Awww This Was Too Cute!!!!

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dating peter parker headcanons

you and peter would be best friends until one day he pulls you aside from everyone else and tells you how he feels

once you guys are officially dating everything just makes sense

peter’s more openly affectionate with you and isn’t as shy about watching you from his seat in class

movie nights are an absolute must every thursday he can make it

he’d definitely tell you that he’s spider-man though it will take a bit of time

since you know he’s spider-man he’d drop by your house after any fights with his injuries and ask you to patch him up

he’d fall asleep at your house a lot

dinners with aunt may all the time, she absolutely adores you

peter loves to play with your hair, he’ll ever learn how to braid it so that he can do it more

if you’re cold he’ll give you his jackets then ‘forget’ to remind you so they smell like you when he gets them back, (he doesn’t know you spray them with your perfume for that reason)

with tony’s approval, he takes you to stark tower to meet the avengers

he loves you leave little hearts on your window in web fluid when he leaves after staying the night

he’ll pass notes to you in class;

”you look so pretty today”

”love you, ladybug”

”pretty girl, pretty baby.”

rambling about his new interests

hugs from behind

kisses behind your ear

whispering his thoughts out loud when he’s focused

gets a dorky crooked smile when he sees you

his eyes light up when he’s talking about you

jealous easily

overprotective

he helps you with homework you don’t understand

studying together

partnering up on projects

has a billion nicknames for you

“sweetheart”

”ladybug”

”princess”

”angel”

makes playlists of your favorite songs

sends you things that remind him of you

THIS WAS SOOOO AMAZINGGGGG 💖💖💖

Hi! What about possesive promot 13. “I’m going to be your husband.” with peter parker

It’s a love story, baby, just say yes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes. Purely a fanfiction.

A/N: hi hun!! Thank you so much for your request and for celebrating with me! You can see the masterlist of the celebration here

“I’m sorry,” you remembered uttering those words to your best friend, Peter back when you were young. This was the first time he didn’t give you attention, the first time he withdrew his support and companionship to you. You remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday. You didn’t like the feeling, you didn’t like and couldn’t stand when he was mad at you. The two of you were childhood friends, your parents and his adoptive father, Tony Stark, were close friends and business partners. He had grew with you, had attended the same private schools, and same university. He had watched you grew. He had watched you bloomed right before his very eyes. He was yours, and you were his person.

You remembered how cold his eyes were when he looked at you that day, and you swore to do everything to never see those cold and empty eyes staring back at you. “I won’t play with Theo again,” your small lips were quivering, your eyes looking up at the taller kid in front of you. You reached for his little hands, bringing it to your chest, “I won’t choose to play with him over you ever again, Peter,” you swore, your tears streaming down your chubby cheeks.

Peter pouted, his resolved weakening. He could never really stomach to see you cry, at such a young age, he knew he would give you everything for you to be happy. As long as it was with him.

Peter sighed, “That’s not enough,” he pouted before turning his back on the distressed little you.

“What do you need? I promise to give it to you, just don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Peter fished the ring he had purchased with his father, Tony, who laughed when he told him he wanted to buy you a ring. Like a true Stark, he said. You know what you want and you go for it, he said.

“Here,” he took your little hand and without any preamble, inserted the ring on your fourth finger, like Tony taught him to. “If you promise to marry me when we grow up, I promise to never turn my back on you. I promise to forgive everything. I promise to be with you forever.”

You looked at the shiny ring he gave you before nodding quickly, your little curls bouncing before you hugged him. “I promise to marry you when we grow up!”

You remembered how the two of you were glued hip to hip, despite his busy schedule, despite his busy work, he and you always made time for each other. Until you met him again, Theo. Suddenly, you spent less and less time with Peter. It was out of the blue, a whirlwind romance, when all the close friends of your family were invited. The evening dinner was elegant, the light casting a warm glow on the room. No one knew what the dinner was for, and Peter was held up on his job, which caused him to be late. And just as he entered the fancy dining room, he saw you, his angel, standing on the middle, with a man he forgot about kneeling down on one knee. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on him, as if the time slowed down as he watched the woman he loved since he knew what love was nodded her head, agreeing to be someone else’s bride. Not his. Everyone clapped, everyone cheered, but it was all white noise to him as he met your happy eyes. He felt numb, he couldn’t feel Tony’s comforting hand resting on his back. He couldn’t accept this, he wouldn’t. And so when you stepped to his direction with a smile on your face, he stepped back, shook his head slowly, his eyes holding the dark glint that Tony knew so well, and before you could even come near him, he turned his back on you for the second time since you were young.

The news went out that your family business is merging with Theo, and the marriage would seal the deal.

But the time of your wedding came, and you waited with your wedding dress so beautifully sewn, your hair so perfectly done, but no Theo came. You were waiting on the altar, the people started whispering already. You felt embarrassed, you felt so lost. How could he do this to you? Your eyes swept over the crowd, you were shaking at this point from the pity and judging looks reflected in their eyes. You almost stepped back when suddenly, your best friend whom you haven’t seen in months stood beside you, so tall and handsome. He looked so dapper in his suit, his hair all gelled back stylishly, he looked so formal, so serious. He looked down at you before offering his muscular arm to you.

“Peter?” Your lips quivered like it did when you were young, and it brought back certain memories to him. He offered you an assuring smile.

“I won’t let you be the laughing stock of this plastic society, come on,” he whispered as he walked you to the altar.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving you.” He stated before Tony smiled at you and clapping his son’s back, kissing your cheeks as you stood nearer to the altar. You looked back at your parents who smiled and nodded at you, as if telling you to go with it.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, now more confused than sad.

“I’m going to be your husband,” he answered simply before telling the priest to start. “No one will embarrass you, princess. As long as I’m here, I will always save you,” he solemnly swore. You were so lost, so confused, so hurt as to why the man you loved didn’t show up. How could he do that to you?

You were lucky your best friend was always here to save you. What you didn’t know was this was forever for Peter, there would be no divorce. Princess, you were simply honoring the promise you made him, even if you forgot about that.

And Theo? Peter took care of him. Tony made sure that no one could trace that back to his son, his only heir. He would do everything for his only son to be happy. You were his happiness.

Yup and I'm trying to shift to that Universe 😉

in some universe peter parker is your boyfriend.

This made me cry 😭💖

˗ˋˏ and i'm sitting on a bench at coney island wondering, where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

summary: peter wasn't the only kid tony lost that day on titan (tony stark x female teen reader; implied peter parker x fem reader)

wc. 2.0k

a/n: so y/n's powers are similar to wanda bc its monday and i do not function on mondays. yes i added lyrics to this because I'm insane :) also, i know the lyrics are not in order but bear with me, and apologises in advance babes ♡

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Red, yellow, orange, black.

That’s all she could see.

Rockets were going off, red and gold ones to be specific.

This dumbass was going against the grape by himself.

“Go,” She heard Peter say. He shot a web to a incoming rock, re-directing it from one of the new space nerds they had met. She flicked her arm out and disintegrated it before it even came close to the two.

“Go I got this.” He said again.

“Stay out of the gravitational orbit will ya?” Y/N replied back, quickly. Knowing Peter was well capable of biting of only what he could chew. Sorta.

Better than Mr. T’s ability.

“I’m sorry I can’t remember anybody’s names,” She heard him say over the blood roaring in her ears. Thanos had ripped of Tony’s nano-tech mask, landing a hard blow on him.

Tony didn’t get back up.

Her arrival on ground caused a ripple under the planet’s surface. Small rocks and debris around her went up in disintegration. Her eyes glowing a soft white.

“Hands off,” She growled as she lifted herself back up in the air.

 ˗ˋ And when I got into the accident, The sight that flashes

before me was your faceˎˊ˗

Thanos was quicker, sending a blast of purple energy from the Power stone straight to where Y/N flew over head. Landing to punch.

The purple met white.

Y/N stayed with one arm outstretched, the other closer to her face. Generating whatever she could.

She’s seen Tony get pushed down, it never struck her. She always knew he’d get back up. This was different.

This was war.

Her hand closest to her began to move outward. One stream of energy keeping the Power stone’s abilities away from her, while she sent a second stream right toward the infinity gauntlet.

The gold closest to his elbow began to deteriorate.

Thanos tilted his head in confusion. How the hell was that working?

That’s when purple started to win, Y/N’s hands beginning to shake from the strain.

Thank Thor above Tony had been watching as he prepared to strike.

The purple was gone almost immediately as a flash of red and gold flew by her. That’s when the blue hit, the Space stone. Moving her forcefully across the face of the planet.

“Somethings happening,” she heard someone say. She was too disoriented to put the voice to a name. Not that she would’ve remembered, shed met these space geeks less than hours ago.

She was too far away from the group to see what exactly what the voice was referring to. She crawled onto her legs on hands and knees, wobbling over, and holding her side. Her temple was bleeding, lip cut, arm probably fractured from the impact of Thanos hitting her with the Space stone. Most of her body had absorbed the energy, but it still hurt like hell.

She stumbled on her way to the group, just a handful of meters away.

Except there was no group anymore. Just the woman with the cool hand, and Tony. But Tony was kneeling over someone.

“I’m sorry,”

No.

She didn’t need superpowers or FRIDAY to tell her whose voice was that. His voice would forever be engraved in her mind, her soul.

What happened to him?

What happened to him.

Anger flooded through her, as it always did. She looked around for the Titan, for Strange, for anyone else there.  

Why did everyone leave?

She looked at her shaky hands.

Did I do this?

Oh God.

This was me, wasn’t it.

I finally messed up.

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Tony turned around, eyes blank as he looked at the ashes on his hands.

His kid’s ashes.

Shit.

The kids.

Y/N was staggering over to him. Horror in her eyes as she darted from her hands, to around her, back to

her hands.

“Tony?” She whispered.

Not you please not you too.

Part of him didn’t want to move, he didn’t know if he could save her. He lost one please let Y/N not be another.

He got up anyway, swaying unsteadily under the floor of an already unsteady planet.

Tony reached his arms out to grab her. To keep her there with him. . He lost one, please let Y/N not be another.

But Y/N didn’t fall into his arms like Peter did.

She just stood there.

He held onto her shoulders.

“Kid-, “ He said quietly looking down at the girl he considered his daughter.

Y/N’s hand stayed connected to her stomach, like if she moved she would hurt him even more than he already was. She kept her eyes flickering side to side from his.

She put her hand on his face.

Tony wanted to say something. To comfort her? To keep her there? To tell her not to go? To tell her she

should’ve stayed home with her stupid muffin she was so excited to eat that morning.

“Never let them take your heart,”

He had to watch her disappear into dust, her eyes closed right before…

He crumbled under the disappearance of the weight right next to him.

They lost. But Tony didn’t know what hurt more. Because he didn’t just “lose”.

He felt like he died that day too. On that stupid orange planet.

And he felt, like he died split in two.

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3 Weeks Later

Grass.

That was the first thing Tony saw as Nebula helped him down the stairs of the Bentar. He previously saw a figure running toward them.

Of course it had to be the Captain himself.

Neither recognized the fact in that they hadn’t seen each other since the brutal fight in Siberia. For a moment they were just Tony and Steve. Not Iron Man and Captain America.

Friends.

“Couldn’t stop him.” Was the first words Tony uttered.

“Neither could I.” Steve followed immediately afterword, supporting Tony as much as he could.

“Hang on,” Barley a whisper. Tony hated the words that came out of his mouth next. He’s been dreading it for weeks. God how he wished somedays aboard that ship he could’ve died with them.

“I lost the kids,”

“Oh, Tony we lost.”

Pepper ran into Tony’s arms, taking his attention away from Steve. Giving him a moment to realize what

just happened.

Sure the super soldier’s reflexes and quick thinking was fast. But this threw him completely off his course.

What the hell did Tony mean by ‘the kids’?

Sure the Spider-Boy that went missing with Tony in New York, and…

Oh God. No.

…

A few hours later…

“You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood, holding onto the table now and then for support.

 “I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too.’ And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers”

Rhodey finally cut in. “Okay.”

“Right?”

“You made your point. Just sit down.” His friend told him, hands on his arms.

Tony mumbled an okay, but Stark’s never stay quite.

Y/N wouldn’t, he thought. “Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?”

“Tony, you're sick.” Rhodey could hardly be heard over the rush of adrenaline that went through Tony.

Tony looked over to the new blonde standing silently in the corner. “She's great, by the way.”

“Sit down. Sit.”

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules. You’re new blood we need you.” He pointed at Carol as he unsteadily walked over to where Steve stood holding onto the table now and then for support. Right in front of his face, hushing down to a venomous tone.

“I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.”

The old friends just gaze at each other. Steve looking affected by Tony's words.

“You know Steve, the las thing she ever said to me? Never let them take your heart.”

Tony rips his Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve's hand

“It’s too bad I’m giving it. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.”

Tony falls to the ground. Steve is by his side and everyone is starting to gather.

“Tony!”

“I’m fine. I...”

Tony falls into a heap, unconscious.

No one needed magical powers to know damn well who he was talking about.

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5 Months Later

It’s October 21,

It was supposed to be a party.

He had hiding a box of streamers and banners and deflated balloons in the lab for weeks.

Not even mentioning the closet full of papers for guest lists, and different planned out days on crumbled pieces of paper.

The invitations were ready to be sent.

Pepper had gone out of her way to pick a dress for her.

He looked out to the morning sunrise on the hard wooden bench. He had told Pepper he was going on a run.

Pepper knew, Tony never ran a day in his life. But after losing Y/N, she lost a piece of Tony herself. Not even mentioning the own hole it left in her heart. In her home.

He had fallen asleep to the thought of birthday cake last night. Maybe it was the nightly delusions kicking in. A blanket was placed over him. He just wanted to go back to that dream, only being held less than a couple months ago. A life that felt so long ago.

He woke up groggy that morning. Rubbing his hair as he placed one foot in front of the other in the hallway. He had a little too much to drink last night at his “surprise” birthday party Pepper had thrown for him. Unlucky for her, FRIDAY knows everything.

“God you people are so loud,” He heard a voice whisper from a few feet around the corner. Shhh’s followed. He knew that voice.

In the softest voices possible for an hungover Sunday, “Happy birthdays!” were exclaimed.

 ˗ˋˏ You standing in the hallway with a big cake, Happy

birthday ˎˊ˗

Y/N at the center of the little group, comprised of, Peter, Happy, and Pepper.

“Happy birthday to you,” They whispered through smiling faces.

“Happy birthday to you,” God how much did he have to drink that night?

“Happy birthday dear Mr. T,”

“Tony,”

“Mr. Stark,”

The cake read, ‘Halfway to Senior Citizen!’ in the messiest handwriting Tony has ever seen on a cake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He told himself he didn’t deserve this. This makeshift group of friends. Any yet Tony thought to himself, these were no longer just his friends.

They were family.

 “It’s-its bullshit I’ve even come to this but. God, kid I had to-I had to be the one to tell you.” He stuttered as he spoke, his hand running down his face.

“If you’re still there, knowing you, you’ve probably already sorted through all of my stuff,”

He pulled out a white envelope from the inside of his athletic jacket. The sides were torn and worn, illustrating just how many times Tony thought of burning it.

He ripped open the white flap gently. His hands shook while he did. Deep down it hurt, even more than usual, because he knew he was never supposed to be the one opening this. He was supposed to be watching from across the couch where you were supposed to be. Sitting opening all of dozens of birthday presents—making up for the time you never got to.

He blames himself, for he’s the reason you will never get another candle on a birthday cake.

A bead of water landed on the paper, causing a smudge of black ink to run along the letters.

Anthony Edward Stark, Virginia Potts

Custody of Y/N Y/L/N

“Happy birthday kid.”

˗ˋˏ I’m on a bench in Coney Island, wondering

Where did my baby go? ˎˊ˗

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 authors note 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

hello my friends! i promise i'm not dead, just math sucks and makes me wait to di--you get the point. if you haven't pieced it together already i am very much a swiftie, so much of my work will be inspired/be incorporated with mother's song of some sort. if you've made it this far i love you.

i will be making a taglish fyi ! lmk if you would like to be added ˙ᵕ˙

taglist: @manyfandomsfanvergent

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Social Media Fics

In The Dark (Series) - @venomsilk

life is good—the hit netflix show you star in has been picked up for one final season right after its third’s aired and you’ve made friends for life in your cast-mates - when a certain beloved spider-man actor mentions your name in an interview, you’re certain your luck couldn’t get any better - until he starts dating one of your best friends

Revenge Is Sweet (Series) - @t-lostinworlds

to put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? or maybe…something more?

Posts - @cherrycheridarling

a little something where it just shows tom's posts on instagram about you

I'm Doing Good, I'm On Some New Shit (Series) - @holland24-7

one where y/n and tom dated but broke up and she’s finally moving on after months of suffering

Crush - @holland24-7

you have a huge crush with your favourite actor tom holland and decide to make it public, what’s the worst that could happen?

Reckless - @isimpoveryou

tom is with zendaya and y/n makes a new single “reckless”

Honeymoon - @isimpoveryou

it’s like their honeymoon or maybe going public and they post cute pics

When World's Collide (Series) - @ptersmj

you’re on tour, he’s a fan with connections

Bad Ones (Series) - @spideymix

why do you always fall for the bad ones? the ones who always make you sad? well that’s what you did, and it ended up with heartbreak - the person you thought was the one, didn’t think the same - what happens when you write an album about your experience? could it lead to even more of a problem or maybe a happy ending?

Happier (Series) - @bradtomlovesya

frat!tom is in love with his best friend's girlfriend but he tries to hide it and bite his tongue every time he cheats on you - tom wish that he could tell you the truth, that you would be happier with him

"And Action" (Series) - @perspectiive

in which y/n hadid is in a romcom with her cheating ex boyfriend

Show Some Love - @spacebarnes

an insight into tom's posts about you

Sold To The Devil (Series) - @housepartyprotocol

when your friend makes a deal with the devil for his own means - what will happen when he pays you in return, what will uncover about your true nature?

Screenshots Of Love (Series) - @housepartyprotocol

you are a famous actress and tom holland’s massive crush - what happens when his brothers get sick of it and take it in their owns hands

Instagram Posts - @housepartyprotocol

a little compilation of instagram posts shows tom holland’s love for you

Secret Fashion Show - @housepartyprotocol

tom flaunting his girlfriend as she opens the victoria secret fashion show

Driver's License - @petersasteria

based on this fic

You Know You Love Me - @hollandsvogue

gossip girl social media au that will follow the lives of tom holland and co. and the life of you as you travel through ups and downs of high school and deal with the scandals and rumours being spread by an anonymous blogger and will you grow to love or hate the one and only tom holland

Announcing Your Relationship - @uhholiveish

you and tom announce your relationship to the world

Social Media Masterlists

@farfromtommy - here

@fandomtrashwhore - here

@tom-softie - here

@parkersharthook - here

SAME

my toxic trait is that I need to read a fanfic before I complete any task so that I can have a perfect scenario to play out in my head while I’m doing it

hey val :D,

i heard your requests were open and jumped to rq. could you please write something about petey being a needy clingy attention whore (me lol). i imagine him being like a puppy. he’s a stubborn bb and he just doesn’t stop trying. like throughout the day he just wants the readers attention in whatever form ( wink wink, suggestive tones if you want ). like a puppy even if it doesn’t initially go the way he wants he just tries again with his trademark petey golden retriever optimism.

thank you <333

(p.s i luv legit all of ur writing ur so talented)

the magic word

w/c: i’ll tell u later lolsies

warnings: lots and lots and lots of suggestiveness, implied smut, and swearing

a/n: hi lovely thank you so much <3 boy did i have fun with this one lmfhshjshs i love clingy peter the mostest he’s such a cutie and i hope you enjoy as much as i did :,) happy reading

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peter notices first thing when he wakes up that you aren’t in his arms. you’d gone to sleep curled up to him, your bare bodies flush against one another’s. now, you’re all the way on the other side of the bed and hugging your pillow instead of peter.

a frown overtakes peter’s features. your back is to him, so he shuffles up behind you. he holds you close to him, nestling his face into your hair. he lets out a happy little sigh when he breathes in the familiar scent of your conditioner.

you’re usually the first one up, but you’re exhausted from last night’s activities. there are reminders of them etched onto your neck, littering both your hips; love bites. peter received quite a few of his own from you in return.

he moves your hair aside and tenderly pecks each of the marks on your neck. he keeps you warm in your peaceful slumber, strong arms looped around your middle. there’s nothing peter cherishes more than mornings like this.

he’s eventually lulled back to sleep by the sounds of your breathing, matching his inhales and exhales with yours as he drifts off once again.

the next time peter awakes, you’re no longer beside him. there’s only an indent in the mattress from where you laid. he hmphs at the emptiness of your snared bed.

peter finally rolls out of the bed, seeing no use in staying in it without you here to cuddle. he picks up his pile of discarded clothes from the floor. his t-shirt is missing, prompting him to squint quizzically at the pile. without thinking much of it, he throws on his boxers and a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

“babe? where’d you go?” peter calls for you. he pads down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes. “kitchen!” you call back.

peter enters the kitchen half-naked and with his curls messier than you’ve ever seen them. although, he’s wearing more clothes than you’d left him with. you admire the hickeys scattered about his skin.

“there you are,” peter perks up, giving you a once over from across the room. “and there’s my shirt.”

you’re leaned against the counter, eggs cooking on the stove. surely enough, his missing t-shirt hangs comfortably off your frame. you flash him a smirk.

“what, you want it back?” you retort. you begin to lift the fabric by its hem, and peter doesn’t stop you. “go ahead, it’ll level the playing field,” he encourages. “you’re unbelievable,” you chuckle out, turning around to check on your eggs. “you’re a tease,” peter rasps in his morning voice.

he walks the short distance over to the stove. you can feel his body heat radiating onto you from where he stands. his hands find their place on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder. his lips pepper your cheek in soft kisses. you fetch a spatula to scramble your eggs, grinning to yourself as peter plants a kiss on the corner of your lips.

peter stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to reach your lips better, but you shove at his chest to stop him.

“pete, i’m cooking,” you remind him. “don’t care,” he dismisses, pulling your hips against him. you bite back your growing smile. “aren’t you hungry? you’re always hungry,” you play coy. “i am,” peter confirms. he manages to sneak a peck at your lips. “for you,” he finishes.

“like you didn’t get enough of me last night,” you remark, turning off the stove once the eggs are cooked to your liking. “what can i say? i’m insatiable,” peter agrees.

he trails open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at you to see your reaction. unfazed, you divide the eggs in half and plate them. you then head over to the toaster with peter still clinging onto you. he kisses back up to your lips while you retrieve two slices of toast from it, continuing to ignore his attempts.

a whimper escapes peter when you pry yourself free from his arms. you drop the toast on the plates.

“how about some breakfast to satisfy that appetite of yours?” you suggest. “butter’s on the table. hot sauce, too. you want any fruit?” you ask him. peter pouts at you, a smile of feigned innocence on your lips. “coffee?” you question.

peter gives you one last chance to take his hints, but you offer his plate to him instead.

“i’m okay. thanks for breakfast, baby,” peter murmurs, grabbing his plate from you. “anytime, my love,” you reply and give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

you fix yourself a cup of coffee as peter seats himself at the kitchen table. he stabs a fork into his plain eggs and chews, watching you longingly. the way you sway your hips side to side as you pour in milk, how your shirt rides up more and more with every movement.

your giggle when you catch him staring.

god, your laugh is music to his ears.

“enjoying the view?” you joke as you join peter at the table. peter eagerly nods. “i love seeing you in my clothes,” he affirms, a goofy grin stretching across his lips. “i love seeing you without them, too,” he adds. “eat your food,” you laugh out, pushing peter’s plate towards him.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i mean… no, i’m not, but,” he stammers. blush tints his cheeks. “but seriously. you look really cute,“ he compliments, tugging at the collar of your shirt. you wink at him over your coffee cup, sipping from your straw. “thanks, pete. your outfit’s not too shabby, either,” you return.

your fingers brush over his shirtless torso, leaving goosebumps as they go.

you fill him in on your plans for today for the remainder of your meal, but peter struggles to listen. his mind is elsewhere.

in the gutter.

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“whatcha doin’?” peter appears in the bedroom.

you’ve gotten dressed for the day, courtesy of the fresh load of laundry dumped out atop your bed. you hold up the blouse you’re currently folding in response to peter’s question.

“laundry,” you tell him. “i did yours, too. here.” you toss a flannel at peter’s chest. peter catches it with his face scrunched in disapproval. “what’s this for?” he plays dumb. you answer by throwing him a pair of jeans next. “gotta leave something to the imagination, hm?” you hum. “reverse sexism,” peter gasps, earning a giggle from you.

you put away your neatly folded blouse in your drawer, peter’s doe eyes fixated on your form. you don a skirt and a matching sweater that he realizes belongs to him. it’s a turtleneck, to cover up the many hickeys he gave you. peter’s heart soars at you wearing his clothes again.

you place the rest of your laundry back in your hamper before plopping down on the bed. you have a pair of sneakers in hand.

“y’look pretty, baby. going somewhere?” peter wonders. he sits down next to you and pats his thigh, signaling for you to give him your foot. “thanks, pete. lunch with betty and mj, remember i told you?” you respond, peter tying up your shoelaces.

no.

“yeah, totally. right,” peter assures you. “could i come?”

he’s flashing you that perfectly adorable, comically wide smile of his. it’s the one that makes you swoon every time without fail, the one he knows you can’t resist.

“sorry, no boys allowed,” you inform him. you switch feet once peter finishes lacing your sneaker. “since when?” peter’s smile dwindles. “since betty and ned are on a break again and she needs some girl time,” you explain, waving around your foot that peter has been neglecting.

“they broke up?” peter gawks. “yeah, but you know that never lasts long,” you shrug. “i just told you at breakfast,” you repeat, brows knitted together. peter gets to work on your other shoe. “must’ve slipped my mind,” he mumbles, finishing up your laces.

you ruffle his curls and stand from the bed.

“i better get going. can i bring you something back?” you ask, searching around the room for your purse. peter hops up and follows you step for step. “wait, i really can’t come? i thought you were joking! that’s so not fair!” he squeaks. “i don’t make the rules, peter. i just enforce them,” you giggle.

you find your purse and sling it over your shoulder, heading to the door. peter rushes in front of you so he’s standing between you and the door, gripping at your waist to keep you in place.

“y/n,” he tries. he gives you his signature puppy eyes. “peter,” you deadpan, reaching for the doorknob. peter blocks you. “i’m gonna be late, love,” you breathe out. “i don’t want you to go,” peter squeezes at your waist with a childish huff. “the sooner you let me go, the sooner i’ll be back,” you promise.

“i can’t argue with that logic,” peter concedes at last, releasing your waist from his grip. “goodbye kiss?”

you capture peter’s lips in yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he reciprocates. peter sets a hand on your jaw to tilt your head up towards him, lips parting for more. much to his dismay, you pull away instead.

“i’m going, i’m going,” you decide, laughing breathlessly. “you should check in with ned, okay?”

you thread your fingers through peter’s to remove his hand from your face. peter grins when your lips press to his knuckles.

“‘kay, i will. have fun without me,” he sarcastically says. “i will,” you shoot back.

-

you arrive home with a takeout bag in hand and a smile on your face. peter springs out of his seat on the couch the second you walk through the door.

“you’re back,” he beams, greeting you with a short kiss on your lips. “how was lunch with the girls?”

he’s in the outfit you’d hurled at him earlier, hair now styled and a headset around his ears. his current video game of choice is displayed on the tv.

“good! betty’s taking the breakup pretty well this time. she says hi, by the way,” you relay, shrugging your coat off your shoulders. “just betty? what about mj?” peter wonders. he helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the rack. “she had a few other choice words for you,” you reply, peter scoffing.

“how’s ned?” you prompt him. “uh, why don’t you see for yourself,” he grimaces.

peter motions for you to come closer. you oblige, and hear wailing coming from his headset. he tucks the headphones behind his ears, lips pressing together.

“is that ned?” you mouth. “yup,” peter sighs. “i’m on with him. i thought maybe a video game marathon would cheer him up, but i was wrong,” he rubs the back of his neck. you set a hand on his chest. “aw, poor ned. is he okay?” you question.

“ned, buddy. how’re you doing? you good?” peter softly asks his friend through his microphone.

you make out a strangled no between sobs.

“i got you lunch. it’ll be in the kitchen whenever you’re ready,” you quietly tell peter. you begin to creep out of the room with the takeout bag. “no, don’t go! where are you going?” peter whisper yells back. “don’t worry about it. stay on with ned!” you shoo him off.

peter adjusts his headset so it’s around his neck, scurrying after you.

“baby, i’ve barely seen you all day,” he protests. “ned needs you,” you answer, making your way into the kitchen. peter’s fingers hook around your wrist, grasping it in his hand. “and i need you,” he desperately whines. “later, pete. be a good friend,” you give him a stern look.

peter groans, stomping back over to the couch in defeat. you lightheartedly roll your eyes at your boyfriend and leave his lunch on the kitchen counter.

-

you end up going for a walk to kill time while peter consoles ned. it’s one of those rare, warm days in the city during the transition from winter to spring. you’d decided to take advantage of it.

you were a bit overdressed for the weather, so you’re heated when you come back to the apartment. peter is still splayed out on the couch, minus the headset and with netflix now open on the screen. he must have finished up with ned.

“baby, baby, baby!” peter greets, twisting around on the couch to face you. “i was just about to look for a movie, c’mere!” he beckons you over. you wipe beads of sweat off your forehead. “i gotta shower, babe. later?” you reply. “you said that last time,” peter complains and switches off the tv.

“yeah, but now i’m all gross and sweaty,” you justify, shaking out your turtleneck. “that doesn’t bother me,” peter declares. “it should. this is your shirt, you know,” you chuckle and pull the turtleneck over your head, letting it land on the floor.

you kick off your sneakers, left in only your bra and skirt. peter’s breath hitches.

“hm, that feels good,” you almost moan. “you’re killing me, y/n,” peter mutters back. “i know,” you acknowledge with a sugary sweet smile. you unclip your bra next and fling it at him. “y/n, baby…” peter licks his lips, fingers toying with the straps.

he’s practically drooling as he eyes you from the couch.

“please,” peter pleads, the word laced with desperation. “please what?” you muse. he swallows hard. “c’mere,” he gets out. you look him up and down, peter following your gaze. “after i shower,” you level with him.

“but-“

peter cuts himself off because you’re already gone. he hears the shower turn on, slumping down in his spot.

from the couch, peter listens to the running water and you softly singing to yourself. he imagines your hands running along your body as you lather up the soap, the noises of content you’d let out, and…

fuck, this is torture.

what he would give to be in there with you.

“hey, peter?” you shout for him, answering his prayers. “yeah?” peter immediately shouts back. “could you come in here a sec?” you request.

he’s there in an instant, all but bursting through the bathroom door. steam floats through the room, your intoxicating scent flooding peter’s senses. you pop your head out from behind the shower curtain.

“jeez, it’s hot in here,” peter exhales a laugh. “that’s how i like it,” you grin, water droplets dripping down your skin. he shakes his head. “so what’s up, baby? what’d you need?” he wonders, hoping this is leading where he thinks it will. “i forgot a towel. would you mind grabbing me one?” your grin becomes apologetic.

“oh, sure. no problem,” peter replies, face falling. “be right back.”

he hurries to the linen closet and returns with a clean towel, hanging it up for you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “of course. anything else?” peter’s tone is suggestive, eyes raking over what little of your body he can see. you pull the curtain aside to reveal yourself fully. “you wanna join me, pete?” you knowingly question. “oh my god, yes. i thought you’d never ask,” he pants out.

peter quickly strips his clothes, you giggling as he races to get into the shower. he comes in and yanks the curtain shut behind him, pinning you back against the wall. you squeal at the unexpectedness of his actions. peter’s lips attach to your neck, fingers digging into your sides. he kisses down the middle column of your throat lightly, your head rolling back in pleasure.

you take peter’s chin between your fingers to guide his lips up to meet yours in a feverous kiss. he uses his grip at your sides to hoist you up, your legs around his torso. you squirm around in his hold, your want for him growing at the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“pete,” you mumble against his lips. “peter…” you squeeze at his biceps, your chest heaving. peter leans in. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he speaks lowly, nipping at your earlobe. “please,” you purr, rocking your hips against his. he grips at your hips to stop you. “please what?” he echoes your words from earlier with a cheeky smile.

“you little shit,” you mutter under your breath, crashing your lips into peter’s once again.

just as badly as peter needs you, you need him.

Harrison Osterfield!!!!!!!!!!!

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i guess i'm in love

summary : she's everything he wants but didn't think he'd find.

pairing : peter parker x reader

warnings : language, small mention of anxiety and overthinking.

author's note : based on 'I GUESS I'M IN LOVE' by clinton kane <3 my first song fic enjoy my highnesses

masterlist

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oh, i'm obsessed with the way you're head is laying on my chest.

how you love the things i hate about myself and no one know, but with you, i see hope again.

"i love your freckles."

"yeah?", peter parker asked as he laid in bed with his love, "i hate them."

"what?", y/n y/l/n asked incredulously as she moved her head from his chest which made him whine but she ignored him, "no, i love them. they make you look so pretty."

"first of all, rude if you to leave the position we were in," peter said as he pulled y/n to lay her head head on his chest again, "and second, i don't know, i just kinda not like them, i guess."

"well you should 'cause i love 'em," y/n said as she placed a small kiss on his nose and lips and snuggled closer to him.

peter smiled to himself as he looked at her. he loved her. god, he loved her.

when everything was kinda gone to shit and he didn't know what to do, she made him see hope again.

if was only fair, that peter made sure that she was knew what she did to him.

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oh, i'm a mess when i overthink the little things in my head.

you always seem to help me catch my breath but then i lose it again, when i look at you, that's the end.

"hey, hey, peter," y/n said as she stood in front of him, at a safe distance as to not suffocate him, "it's okay, you're okay. i'm here, if you need me."

peter had his head in his head, looking down as the letters from the colleges he applied to came back.

y/n knew that he thought that he wouldn't get in. peter always underestimated his own abilities but she knew that she was gonna get in.

and even if he didn't, which y/n was sure wouldn't happen, she'd still b proud of him.

"it's okay," y/n said, still not touching him without his consent, " i'll go and wait in the living room, if you wanna open them alone. i'll be a holler away, pete."

peter's head snapped up as he looked at her in panic.

"no, no," he panicked as he held her hand and pulled her to sit beside him, "i can't do this without you."

"alright, alright," y/n consoled as she handed him his first letter, "i'm right here, whenever you're ready."

peter looked at her and his breath got caught up in his throat but not because of his anxiety or nerves, but because of her. after two years of dating, he still was in awe of her.

he smiled at her with a watery smile but picking up his envelope.

her boyfriend took a deep breathe as he opened the letter from mit. with shaking hands, he pulled out the paper and began to read it and by the time he was done, his hands were shaking uncontrollably and his eyes were brimming with tears.

"i got in, holy fuck, I GOT IN!" peter shouted as he tacked his girlfriend into a hug, both of them falling back onto his bed.

"god, i can't believe it, can you believe it?"

she could, she really could.

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and why do i get so nervous when i look into your eyes, butterflies can't stop me from falling for you and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

peter felt nervous as he looked at her sitting across from him on the other side of the couch.

he couldn't believe that he still got nervous after years of being with her. the butterflies still surrounded him everytime she smiled at him and he couldn't believe that he was hers.

he was still falling for y/n everyday.

he never felt like this before. he never felt so, so many emotions all at once. now, as he sat with his love, he felt so many things and it was driving him insane but in a good way.

he always wanted something like this but never, in a million years, he would've thought he'd find it. he'd find a love so strong and pure that he'd find it hard to believe.

after many failed relationships, he finally understood why they never worked out. 'cause she was waiting for him.

he was meant to be with her and he was so thankful for her.

"hey, darling, you good?", peter snapped out oh his thoughts as he looked at y/n before nodding.

"yeah, i'm amazing. just in love with you."

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and i love the way you can never find the right things to say and you can't sit still an hour in a day.

i'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough.

"i'm sorry!" y/n exclaimed as peter laughed his head off in a coffee shop, "what was i supposed to say? 'i'm that paige died, i'm sure that she was a wonderful gold fish for the eight hours you had her'?"

"that's exactly what you were supposed to say," peter said as he calmed down a little bit, "not just tell the little boy that it's just a goldfish."

"well, i'm sorry that i was teaching him the cruel truth of life," y/n grumbled as she shifted in her seat, "can we go now?"

"sure, 'the cruel truth of life'," peter said as he stood up and picked up her bad while y/n went and paid for the coffee.

the two walked away, side to side, hands held as the silence between them soon filled with laughter and smiles.

"what if we ran away?", peter couldn't help but let the words slip away from his mouth, "just the two of us. somewhere far from here."

y/n looked at him, smiled. she was surprised at herself, wondering why the fuck was she even considering running away but as she looked at her boyfriend, all her doubts went away.

she knew he was not entirely serious about the idea, but if he was, without a moment's hesitation, she would've said yes.

"we could," y/n agreed as they watched the sunset, "it'd be just the two of us."

"just the two of us, that's all we'd ever need."

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and why do i get so nervous when i look into your eyes, butterflies can't stop me from falling for you and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

peter was nervous, once again.

he knew it was a big step in their relationship but he was not proposing. not yet.

he was almost hundred percent sure that she'd said yes but he was still preparing in case if she said no.

"hey, love."

peter felt his nerves vanish and butterflies in his stomach at he looked at y/n walking towards him.

he couldn't help but let the smile slip into his face and he pulled her closer to him and bright her into a kiss.

"woah, you look so beautiful," y/n complimented him as she hand his hand, "i feel lik i'm underdressed compared to you."

"no, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my entire life."

y/n smiled bashfully as she looked down. after so much time, she still didn't know how to take compliments.

"you sounded nervous over the phone,NIS everything okay?", y/n questioned as they took their place at the table reserved for them.

"yeah, just wanted to ask you something," pyer said as he drank some water.

"yeah, go ahead," y/n said as she looked at him, giving him her undivided attention.

"okay, so, we're both going to mit in a couple months, right,?" peter said as he played with the tablecloth.

"yeah."

"yes, so i was thinking," peter emphasised on the last word, "that maybe, we should move in together in an apartment near the campus."

peter closed his eyes as he waited for y/n to react.

"peter...," oh, no. that probably wasn't a good sign.

"i'd love nothing more than that."

"wait really?!"

"yes, of course," y/n laughed as she looked at peter, "did you think i'd say no."

"no, just was nervous, i guess it."

"i love you, pete," she assured him, "i'd love to move in with you."

"i love you."

and he really did love her.

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come close, let me be home for anything, good or bad, i know it's worth it, oh-woah, and darling this is more than anything i've felt before.

you're everything i want but didn't think i'd find, someone who is worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak but i know now i found the one i love.

"honey, i'm home!"

"in here, darling."

life was good. for peter parker and for y/n y/l/n.

after moving in, the two quickly adapted into college life and living with eachother.

it was like they were almost married but not quite yet. though peter planned to change that after graduation.

"how was boy's night out with ned?", y/n questioned as she hugged him and kissed before moving to lay on the sofa, peter following suit.

"it was amazing, we built lego and watched star wars and are hot dogs and brownies," peter said as he laid his head on her shoulder, "we had fun."

"i'm glad you did," y/n said, "movie night? with more brownies and pizza?"

"you know me so well."

"i'll be back in a bit."

peter watched as she came back with all the stuff after five minutes and laid back beside him.

"okay, so...," she scrolled through netflix before settling for 'clueless', "there."

"you know, we watched it last week," peter complained but still decided to watch it, just 'cause he loved her.

and she laughed at certain scenes, peter looked at her and wondered what he did to deserve someone like her. to be loved by someone like her.

and in the end, he found the one he was looking for. the one he loved.

i know now i found the one i love.

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SOOOOOOOO FUCKING CUTEEEEEEE (sorry for the language lol) 💖🥰🥰💖 this fic deserves all the love!!!!!!!

How about "come here.", "don't touch me!" and "stop, it tickles" with Natasha, Wanda and best friend!reader?

A/N: eek sorry it’s taken me a week! i promise requests will be much faster now!! thank you for this request

Friday nights are the best. Movie night with the girls, your all time favourite girls; Nat and Wanda. Every Friday night that they aren’t on a mission, you all settle down in a room and watch a heap ton of movies and eat lots of junk food. No boys allowed, except maybe Clint. He just has a way of getting in. 

Tonight you’ve decided to watch a couple of your all time favourite disney movies. You’re in the kitchen with Nat, waiting for the popcorn to cook, while Wanda is grabbing all of the junk food you bought earlier. Once you’re ready to rock and roll, all three of you snuggle up and start the movies. 

Halfway through the movie Nat moves slightly closer but somehow manages to leave her hand on your ticklish stomach. She keeps moving her hand and eventually you try to squirm away from her. “Don’t touch me!” Both Wanda and Nat turn to look at you, only to see you struggling to move away from Nat. It isn’t long until they connect the dots, only to come up with a plan.

After you settle, they put their plan to go. Wanda uses her powers to use soft things to tickle your feet. You flinch away almost immediately and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two women. Smiles start to form on their faces. As the movie goes on, you notice that every now and then something tickles you, and it’s always in different spots. You finally figure out what’s happening and jump off the lounge. 

You turn the face them, “Stop, it tickles! You don’t think I noticed what was happening? Well, I did!” they both laugh at how cute you reacted. You pout, “you guys are mean! I’ll call Clint into here.”

“Alright, alright. We will stop.” you don’t budge from your position. “Come here.” you sigh trusting them and go back to your place. 

Just as you start the next movie, Clint’s head pokes through the door, he immediately lays his eyes on the junk food before looking at you. He gives you a pleading look. You sigh, you could never say no to him.