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You talk too much | Peter Parker fic

Peter Parker x Villain!reader

Summary: Peter cannot fall in love with a criminal, he can’t, right? So why does he find you so attractive and charming? And will mr stark be mad at him for accidentally kissing you after you wouldn’t shut up?

Word count - 3761

Warnings - mention of guns, nothing else i dont think

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Peter’s job was to protect the city of New York, that was a given, hell he was a superhero. But, sometimes stopping a crime took a lot more work than a few quick punches and a pair of handcuffs, even with the boy’s superstrength.

In his eyes you were a lady, not that you’d label yourself as so personally, but Peter was brought up by his Aunt May to treat ladies with respect. With that being said it meant he wasn’t going to go for the more violent approach with you, instead attempting to talk you out of keeping your gun pointed at the bank worker's face.

“Excuse me, I don’t think that’s how you make a transaction.” You chuckled to yourself, not even turning your head over your shoulder where you would’ve locked eyes with that familiar spandex spider suit. You assumed this was just a brave civilian in the bank, thinking he was the next Captain America there to save the day. You were planning on keeping the light mood going, teasing the man back.

“Oh really, maybe you were just taught wrong.” There was a grin on your lips as he stumbled over his words, trying to think of what to do next. You were growing impatient, deciding you were just going to carry on what you were doing. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was busy.”

Peter heard the man at the desk whimper when you forced the gun closer to him, prompting his hero mindset to set in place, determined to stop you from harming anyone.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop that.” You grinned widely, biting your lip to try and contain your smile, keeping up the banter.

“Or what?” you teased, hand slipping over the bank notes in your hand. Peter gulped. He’d been in fights with much scarier looking people than you, but somehow you seemed to have this lasting effect on him that he just couldn’t shake.

“O-Or you’re going to have to deal with me,” he said. He heard you cackle but you didn’t seem to be bothering to put up a fight either. You eventually turned around and saw the red and blue superhero standing there, hands on his hips as he tried to look much tougher than he felt. He felt his breath be taken away as he got a look at your face and he couldn’t believe the most attractive person he’d ever met was a criminal.

“Wait, you’re Spiderman,” you pointed out. He felt his lips curling into a grin at the fact that you knew who he was. But he quickly reminded himself he was here to stop your wrong doings, not fall in love. You saw his slip up as the perfect opportunity to continue flustering him; the money wasn’t actually that important to you anyway.

You more or less handed yourself over and let him web your hands together, much to his surprise, just so you could keep up your teasing. When he didn’t answer your statement you took that as your sign to just keep going. “You’re so cute.”

His head whipped up and you saw the eyes on his mask widen, mimicking the facial expression of the mystery boy man underneath it.

“Wh-What, I’m not cute. I-I’m scary a-and dangerous,” he stuttered. You let out a laugh, making Peter’s heart simultaneously flutter and sink at the same time. He thought you looked beautiful when you laughed, and he was cursing himself for thinking that way about a so-called criminal he’d just caught.

“Oh yeah, I’m just shaking in my boots right now, tough guy.” He tugged you by your bound hands over to a pillar in the bank, making sure you stayed there while he let the hostages out of the building to safety. He always had one eye on you, so he could see the way yours never left his figure as he moved, at least not until he was back standing in front of you.

“The police are on their way,” he informed you. He saw your lips form a small pout and a tiny part of him felt guilty for his actions, but with a quick reminder that you’d just held an innocent man at gunpoint, those feelings went away.

“You’re no fun.”

He rolled his eyes, not that you could see, continuing his pacing as he waited for the tell tale signs of the ominous sirens.

“‘M just doing my job.”

There were a few moments of silence where Peter thought maybe you’d had enough of the talking, but his blissful fantasy was quickly crushed by the reality of your sweet voice filling his ears another time.

“So, what’s your name?” It was clear you were just trying to make conversation, whether to pass time or as a distraction he didn’t know, but he didn’t really want to indulge a thief.

He was quick to respond, a practiced answer almost from how many times he’d been asked that exact question by fans. “I can’t tell you.”

You hummed quietly. For a second he thought maybe you’d give up, but it was becoming evident that you don’t tend to give up easily.

“So, what do I call you if you won’t tell me your name?” you asked, bringing your tied hands up to admire the complexity and intricacy of the webs donning your hands as you watched him from the corner of your eye pace up and down the room. When you didn’t get a response you kept going again, another thing Peter noticed you did a lot. “Mr man?” You giggled to yourself at how ridiculous it sounded. “Spidey? SpiderBoy? Spiderling? Spi-“

“Can you please stop talking for just a minute?” he snapped, hoping he could get some silence to figure out his thoughts. Your jaw dropped mockingly, letting out a giggle.

“He speaks,” you announced, watching as he finally came to a standstill. He turned to you and you could see the whites of the eyes on his mask get wider as he focused on where your eyes were. He grew deeply suspicious at the way you seemed to be looking at his webs, almost as if you were trying to figure a way out.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, gloved finger pointing at your hands.

You grinned manically, enjoying the way you made him so nervous with even the simplest of gestures. “Just admiring your handiwork. Very impressive if I do say, Mr Spider.”

The way you said it had Peter believing you’d somehow tampered with the webs on your hands, the man coming closer to you in case he needed to fix anything. His webs were incredibly strong, they’d held a ferry together only a few years prior for God sake, why did he think a girl around his age would be able to break them.

At this point he’d had enough of your teasing.

“Can we please just sit in silence until the cops arrive?” he more or less begged. You sighed.

“Whatever you say, Spiderman.”

He only turned his back on you for a split second when he felt your fingertips grazing the back of his suit, his gloved hands shooting out to grab the accused hand.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

You shrugged innocently. “Jus’ wanted to feel the suit, sir.”

He dropped your hands and took a few steps backward, creating a distance between you both that he enjoyed much more.

The sounds of close distance sirens from outside startled you both, a grin breaking out on Peter’s face as he was going to be able to finally head home and no longer have to deal with you in a mere few minutes.

Unfortunately, in his excitement he’d taken his eyes off of you for just a second, glancing in the opposite direction where you took your chance of escape. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” he said.

He turned back to the pillar to see you were no longer there, panic striking in his chest as he furiously searched the room for you. He heard a sweet call of his hero name that drew his attention up towards one of the high windows of the bank, not accessible for a regular everyday person, which he assumed you were.

He couldn’t even begin to voice his confusion. “How did you- What-“

You held up the small bottle of web dissolver for him to see, the one Mr Stark had suggested he start to take with him on patrol to solve incidents like the time Peter accidentally webbed himself to the side of a building and had to call his mentor for help, that was an incredibly embarrassing day for him and his cheeks were almost permanently inflamed red that entire week. It pieced together in his mind that when he’d felt you touch his suit you’d actually been taking the bottled liquid that he’d carelessly attached to his suit.

You giggled loudly at the size of the mask's eyes, the man encased in a vivid bubble of confusion. You blew him a teasing kiss. “Until next time Spidey.”

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Unluckily for Peter, you kept popping up all over the city in the next few months. He was always hot on your tail but you somehow always managed to make that final escape with methods that he never saw coming. He really didn’t understand how you did it.

This time around you’d cornered him in one of the many alleyways of Queens, catching him off guard during his quiet night of patrol.

“Oh, Spidey,” you teased, hands pressed to his suit clad chest. “Won’t you ever learn?”

He didn’t plan on letting you go this time. You’d outsmarted him upwards of three times this week, and he was growing tired of it.

“Can you let me have this one? Jus’ make it a little easier for me,” he more or less begged. He listened as you cackled, very clearly finding it amusing to have the hero beg at your feet.

You traced your nails over the fabric of his suit, seeing the shiver it caused. “Are you getting bored of our little game already?” you pouted.

He didn’t respond, leaving you to be the one to keep the conversation going. Little did you know Peter was just practically malfunctioning at the close proximity you were sharing.

“Well I should keep it more interesting for you then, huh?” you teased, taking a few steps back from his frozen figure. You saw his head cock adorably as confusion laced his mind. He always got a little spacey when he was around you. “Come get me Spiderboy.”

Your angelic laughter echoed through the gap in the tall apartment buildings and you headed for one of the ladders that led to a fire escape. Parker was stunned for a few seconds, watching you get away how he was sure you did every time. It seemed so easy, especially for someone unenhanced like yourself compared to him.

“You’re mine this time,” he muttered.

He shot one of his webs up to the wall beside you, another giggle leaving your throat at how easily he suspected he was going to catch you.

He followed you for a while, unsuspecting of what was waiting for him around the corner of the next rooftop.

“You gotta catch me if you want me. Come on pretty boy.” The nickname had him stuttering in his movements, missing what should’ve been the next web coming out of his web shooters, causing him to fall just slightly before he picked up the rhythm again.

He was so close, you were in reaching distance, and definitely in the distance of his webs, but he thought the whole thing would be so much more enjoyable if he was able to catch you in his arms so he knew you couldn’t escape.

However something claimed his waist before he could claim yours, the man being tugged to a halt in his running. “What-“

He looked around curiously, the whites of the eyes on his suit widening when he saw the familiar looking tendril wrapped around his body. His hands were quickly bound by the monster too, the boy giving up as he watched you greet the brunette sweetly.

“You planned this?” he questioned dumbly. Of course you had, it was such a stupid question to ask. He could tell you were getting ready to make your escape again, his body sagging disappointedly. Just a small part of him believed you were better than every other villain he’d encountered, but apparently not.

“It’s just so easy to trap you,” you tutted, patting his cheek sweetly as you shared one last look with the villain sitting only inches away. There was a slight ounce of guilt weighing down at you as you watched him struggle in the bounds from the creature. But you still had some faith he could escape to fight you again one day, plus he seemed nice enough for a villain.

“Go easy on him, Eddie?” you asked, wrapping your arms around the suit clad hero’s neck affectionately. Peter tried to aggressively shove you off, however found it was no use. You heard the journalist mutter something about letting Venom decide the fate of your little boyfriend.

You just rolled your eyes, ignoring the way the boy in your arms nervously shivered at the thought of the parasite he’d encountered more than a few times.

“Sorry about this pretty boy, hope we can still be friends.” You kissed his masked cheek, flashing him a toothy smile before practically skipping out of sight, once again making a rather grand exit off of the rooftop, offering him a cutesy wave.

“And then there were two, Spiderman.”

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Peter was hoping to not run into you on this mission. He knew it was a large possibility because you were literally everywhere, but he didn’t want Tony to know of your existence, he thought his mentor would think less of him if he knew he kept being outsmarted by a criminal.

Of course he couldn’t have anything he asked for, catching sight of you before you saw him.

To his knowledge you worked alone, so he didn’t understand why you were now helping a huge crime organisation that had made its way onto the avengers radar. And you may have been breaking the law on multiple occasions, but he still expected more from you than to be working with such bad people.

You hadn’t seen him yet, he and Tony were trying to be as stealthy as they could while they figured out how to go about this. But it was only a matter of time before you did, and when your eyes landed on the bug for the first time he was sure you wouldn’t be able to stop with the snarky comments coming his way.

It went down exactly as he’d expected. Flashes of red and blue whipping past your eyes that notified you of the arachnids' presence.

“Ahh, my favourite spider. We meet again,” you teased, flashing your favourite friendly superhero an evil looking grin. The kid felt Tony’s eyes flicker over to him for a few moments, but Peter didn’t move to make eye contact, trying to hide his growing embarrassment. He was grateful Tony couldn’t see the bright red tint to his cheeks.

“You know her?” Tony asked, shooting Peter a look before blasting the man that was running in his direction. He watched as his mentee shot a few webs in numerous different directions before turning to give him his full attention.

“It’s a very long story.”

Tony watched the way you alerted all the other criminals in the warehouse of the avengers’ presence, the older man groaning loudly at all the extra work he was going to have to put in now he couldn’t sneak around.

“Well you better start explaining.”

While dodging bullets and other alien-like weapons Peter wasn’t really given the opportunity to explain the full story, keeping in the important parts of course, (and leaving out the ones that might make him look bad).

However, Tony got the gist, letting his mentee know he wasn’t too excited about him failing to do what he thought was such a simple job.

“You better get her this time,” he demanded.

And get you he did. For the first time since you met Peter wasn’t going to let you get away. He gripped onto you with a strong grasp that even you couldn’t have wriggled out of if you tried. Although you found it rather, strangely, comforting, so you probably wouldn’t have tried.

He left the rest of the bad guys to Tony, leaving him to come and find you both in a safe spot on the second floor of the building.

Awe was written all over your face when you watched the infamous hero approach, your mouth practically gaping like an awestruck child.

“Woah, you’re Iron man,” you said, pointing to the man in the suit only a few feet away. “I gotta ask, are your suits really made of iron?”

He turned to look at Peter with disbelief written all over his face, silently asking if you were serious. “Is she always like this?”

“Um, yeah. Pretty much,” he confirmed. You just nodded along, agreeing with the masked hero. Tony rolled his eyes, checking around the warehouse for any more bad guys before he could properly let his guard down.

“Well kid, web her up or something, we need to take her to the cops,” Tony said. Peter glanced at you and you grinned innocently, holding out your hands for him to web like you’d done the first time you’d met. Only now he knew a little bit more about what to expect from you.

“I, uh- Actually I don’t think I should do that.” The older man looked shocked that the brunette had protested, he didn’t know Peter had the courage to speak up for himself.

“And why not?”

“The last time Peter webbed me up I stole his web dissolver and escaped,” you explained. The boy wouldn’t have quite put it that way, maybe tried to give himself a little bit more credit, but the truth was out there now. He shrugged. “Yeah.”

The hero was understandably angry at how easily the kid was tricked by a criminal. He was acting like he’d never accidentally let someone slip out of his hands too, but he also did hold Peter to a higher standard than himself.

“Fine. Just swing her there or something then.”

Peter nodded, not giving you much of a choice as he pulled you into his chest. The longer you stood alone the more chance you had of escape. Usually he’d be more of a gentleman, but considering the stress you’d put him through on his last few patrols, he didn’t grant you the option of refusal.

“Hold on,” he instructed, sending one last look to Mr Stark over his shoulder as he stepped up onto the ledge of the window. You scrunch your nose, wrapping your arms around his neck but still feeling the need to tease anyway, that was who you were.

“What if I don’t want to?” He huffed, shooting his web at the building across the street, tightening his grip around your waist. “Then you’ll probably fall to your death.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t know if he was being serious or not, but you didn’t get time to ask before he was leaping into the open air, a scream rippling from your lips as you clinged to him nervously.

A shrill scream ripped from your throat as your grip on the masked hero tightened. Your eyes were shut tightly as you tried to block out any notion of what was going on. He could probably sense your fear and hear your heart racing.

This kind of adrenaline was not something you were a fan of.

You refused to move your head from where it was buried in his suit until you felt your feet being firmly planted on some kind of ground. At the moment you didn’t care what or where it was. You’d even be happy to land on the steps of the police station.

When you finally did land you could hear his laughter, a sound that was angelic to you normally but now was only aggravating you.

“That was mean,” you pouted, ignoring the way his chest shook with laughter. It took a few seconds to register your location, noticing this wasn’t the place Mr Stark had told Peter to take you. You really didn’t understand, you thought after your encounters the last few weeks he’d do anything to be able to turn you in.

“What? This isn’t the police station. Where are we?” you asked. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at the hero, his hands still tightly holding your waist so you were pressed closely against him.

“I-I can’t turn you in.”

A smug grin split on your face, one that Peter wished he could wipe away, and he’d try if he didn’t find it so adorable. You were going to take every opportunity you could to tease the fact that he was so weak for you.

“Has Spiderman fallen in love, and with little ol’ me?” With your rambling you failed to notice him lifting the mask to just below his nose, allowing you to see the bottom of his face for the first time since you’d met. He grew sick of your teasing, not wanting you to keep reminding him that he was breaking Tony Stark’s trust.

“Shut up,” he demanded, not giving you a chance to reply before he was smashing his lips on yours. You were shocked for a few seconds but eventually melted into him. You were glad that you finally wore him down, because truly you did start to feel something in your heart every time you saw the boy in the blue and red suit.

Your arms snaked around his neck, tugging him closer to you as you enjoyed the feel of his soft lips. Neither of you wanted to let go, you were enjoying this far too much, but the burning of your lungs for oxygen called for it.

He pulled away from your lips, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to get his breathing under control. “You talk too much,” he stated.

You grinned, nodding your head as you fully intended on kissing him again. “I’ve been told that before.”

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Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

YAAAAS 😍😍😍 PLEASE I LOVE ALL THE TOM HOLLAND AND PETER PARKER ONES!!!!!!

going thru my google drive and found some of my wips so im gnna share them. if yall like any in particular, lmk cus maybe itll motivate me to write them

1. Peter Parker - A FWB situation takes a turn for the worse when the lines begin to blur for Peter, teetering between friends and more just as you begin to dote your attention elsewhere. (smut, angst, fluff)

2. Tom Holland - Working as a medic on Tom's set proves to be more than just fun and games when a particular someone's feelings develops into more. Jealousy erupts when someone else beats Tom to asking out said medic, a confession only spurring on after a stunting accident that causes great havoc. (fluff, angst)

3. Mob!Tom - A bookstore owner owes Tom a great deal of cash and he comes to take what's rightfully his, only to run into a tired minimum wage worker who's uninterested in his threats, leading to a lifelong love story that neither would expect. (fluff, slight angst, smut tbd)

4. Mob!Bucky - Your casual hookup buddy finds himself starting to crave something more and he couldn’t have come around at a more perfect time. (fluff, angst, smut tbd)

i have hella obx wips but i havent seen s2 so idk if theyll even make sense now 😭 but heres some. if someone could lmk if theyd still work? ill write them possibly

1. Rafe Cameron - Rafe turns 21 without you by his side and it hurts more than you expected. Based on 21 by Gracie Abrams (angst)

2. JJ Maybank - Not disclosing your sexual history with John B. to JJ proves itself to be a big mistake when things get out of hand after JJ finds out. (angst, fluff)

3. JJ Maybank - After reluctantly hiring you as his tutor, yours and JJ's feelings begin to develop into more. Too bashful to admit it, JJ adamantly denies it in front of the Pogues, only for it to be overheard by you, leading to a series if hurt and anger that could have been easily resolved if JJ simply had the courage to admit his feelings. (angst, fluff)

that's all. peace n love <3

if there's one thing i've been really hammering into my head and continually keep reminding myself of, it's the fact that

i am pure consciousness.

that's it. i'm not this person, this body, this mind. i'm not really even human.

i’ve already lived millions of lives. i am right now living infinite lives in infinite bodies in infinite worlds.

i'm literally pure consciousness simply experiencing things through this vessel, this body, this mind, this person.

and i can choose to not do that anymore.

i can choose to release this experience and leave it behind. i can choose to experience another life, another world, another reality.

because i am pure consciousness.

it is literally my purpose and my right.

so whenever i do disappear from tumblr and stop my ramblings and that day is probably not that far, this is where my mindset has been lately.

and these are the affirmations that have been running on repeat in my mind for the past week or two:

i'm pure consciousness.

i'm a master at shifting. i've already shifted millions of times, i just forgot. i'm god, so of course i'm a master at shifting. anything else doesn't even make any sense.

i already shifted. i'm literally in storybrooke right now.

i don't have to worry about anything, cause i already shifted. if i close my eyes and take a breath, i'm literally sitting at granny's right now, holding a warm cup of coffee.

i already shifted. i'm pure consciousness and time isn't fucking real.

i already shifted. i'm in storybrooke, right now.

i've also had to kind of make peace with the fact that it's okay to just want to go. and not come back. cause i don't have anything left in me to give, to this current experience. like i'm just... complete.

and that is okay. like it's just fully okay to give up on what doesn't serve you anymore. doesn't mean anything about me. i'm still god.

i allow myself to shift. i give myself permission to choose another experience for myself.

i love myself enough to release myself from this old life. i love myself enough to let go of this and allow myself to experience peace, joy, abundance, friendship, family, love, all things good... in another reality.

i've been sleeping poorly in the past few nights and while i've had some extremely vivid dreams, i haven't been lucid or visited the astral at all.

which i just choose to take as a sign that something within me knows that i'm fucking ready and that the next time i do get into those spaces i'm doing it. it's like this whole new level of determination and trust and knowing that it is going to work cause i'm going to fucking make it work. and quite honestly, i'm not even giving myself any other option at this point.

three excellent posts that i'd recommend to anyone:

https://www.tumblr.com/vanessafaron/757336060178071552?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pinkktraveler/761921701374246912?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmodel/761532258292252672?source=share

i also listen to subliminals throughout the day. i'm currently testing this out: https://www.tumblr.com/bibismovingcastle/762398182854492160?source=share

AND during the day i just do robotic affirming. my current experience isn't the greatest so i just need the mindlessness of affirming to keep my mind from exploding lol. i'm a master shifter. i already shifted.

does anyone else have anything to share, any updates, anything? tell me tell me, tell everyone.

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍

Peter's maid. (Peter Parker x reader)

Summary: Tony hires a new maid that is assigned to Peter's Room.

Mature content 18+, language, maid kink.

Masterlist

You were desperate for a job. Times were tough for your family right now, and there wasn’t much money to spare. You tried keeping positive but it was hard at times. Especially when the new Animal Crossing game came out.

As an inexperienced eighteen year old, you had no idea where to start. All you knew was you wanted to avoid customer service and cleaning.

Until you saw Tony Stark’s advertisement.

In your defense you thought you were signing up for a paid internship, but when meeting his associate the whole dynamic changed. You met with an older man who was quite stoic. He asked you a bunch of questions and even made you provide several background checks. On the third meeting, he looked over his files once more. “Okay.” He mumbled. “You will be expecting a call in the next three to five business days for the maid position. Thank you for coming in.” He sighed.

Your eyes shot up in pure shock. This grumpy old shit must have confused your application with someone else’s. “Thank you.” You politely said not wanting to confront him. You left the office quietly mentally beating yourself up for their mistake. You decided on just trying your luck somewhere else.

As you napped peacefully after school, eyes slowly shutting as you relaxed more and more, your phone went absolutely bananas. “Shit!” You groaned. You lazily sat back up and turned on your phone, messages from your friends kept popping up along with a missed call from an unrecognized number. You saw a voicemail notification pop up right above it. You rolled your eyes and clicked on the notification.

“Hello, this is Stark Industries calling you back about your job application, Y/n L/n? We would love to have you at our office again at, 5pm on Tuesday. Please come prepared for your first day. If you are not present on the property we will give your spot to someone else. Thank you.”

“Oh gosh…” you whispered to yourself. “It couldn’t hurt to check it out right? Maybe I can just explain to them their mixup and maybe then I could be recommended for an internship.”

••••

“So what do you think?”

“Well girl. I think you should like totally go for it.” One of your best friends, Lily said. She ruffled her luscious, long blonde locks.

“You’d be stupid not to!” Your other best friend, Ryan, scolded you.

“What about the whole maid thing?”

“Honey, listen. It’s Stark Industries. Tony Stark is like the richest man alive! He’s a total dilf too! If you’re not gonna take it I’m gonna buy a wig and pretend to be you.” Ryan playfully rolled his eyes. “And if that fails, just tell him you’re the prettiest girl at Midtown high according to the yearbook.”

“When all else fails just use high school popularity!” Lily deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes at Lily and Ryan’s slight teasing but decided it wouldn’t hurt to go. It was a shit load of money after all.

The 6th period bell rang and the three of you grabbed your backpacks and started heading out of the cafeteria. “I’ll see you lovely ladies later, I’m off to show my entire drama class how much more talented I am than everyone else.” Ryan grinned.

“Bye Ry.” Lily and you both sung mockingly.

“What’s your 6th period again this semester? I’m having trouble remembering all of the new changes. I freaking hate the beginning of January.”

“Yeah me too, I’m still writing 2021 on all of my papers.” You laughed. “I have Mrs. Warren now. I love not having her for 8th period, she made the last period of the day drag out sooo long.”

“Why is it better during 6th then?” Lily said as you both began your way up the staircase.

“Because then 7th and 8th I have art and then French so I can relax and not have to be either completely stressed out or completely zoned out. Her class makes me feel like my brain is on fire.”

Lily giggled. “I’m glad then. Hey! Since you have it before me now, can you take pictures of the answer keys now for me?” She pleaded.

“Lily…” You mocked.

“Pleeease! Just one quickie picture when you get the answer keys, especially next Friday! I have no idea what is happening in class right now. I don't know how I’ll be prepared. If you get caught just blame it on me! They can’t expel us, we're in the popular group.” She teased.

“You’re right. “ You shook your head. “Plus you’re dating Flash!” You gasped. “She’ll totally let us get away with it if it comes down to that.” You paused in front of Mrs. Warren’s class.

“I know we’re joking, but can you name one time anyone in our group has gotten like an actual punishment for something they did. They literally like worship us here.”

You sighed. “As much as I hate to say it, yeah. Did you see that Asher only got one detention for giving some kid a wedgie up to his neck?”

“Oh yeah I did!” Lily clicked her tongue. “That’s awful actually.”

“Yeah, no one deserves that. I feel pretty bad about it, I have gym with that guy and he still has marks from the underwear being wrapped around his neck. I also think we as a society should collectively retire the word ``wedgie.”

“Yeah. It’s a really, really gross word.” Lily snorted. “Bitch, I have to go to class. Text me okay?”

“Of course.” You smiled sweetly as you said your temporary farewells.

Upon walking into your class, you saw him. Peter Benjamin Parker. You had always been slightly envious of Peter Parker. Sure, you were popular, breathtakingly gorgeous yet humble, funny, had lots of genuine friends, a nice family, yet the fact that he was always one step ahead of you pissed you off. In middle school, when you first met Peter, you had practically every class with him. Despite you both only having said a few sentences out of all the years you had known each other, you were competitors, in your mind at least. You were always second to Peter in academics. No matter how hard you tried, you could never compare. He always came out on top.

You didn’t hate the guy, hell you didn’t even dislike him. You didn't even know him! You just envied him.

“Hi, Y/n.” Mrs. Warren warmly greeted. “Welcome to 6th period! We tend to go a little faster than in 8th period, but don’t sweat it. I know you can handle it. Take a seat next to Peter, right in front of Flash.” She pointed, nearly causing you to faint. Your legs felt like complete jelly as you made forced eye contact with Peter.

Peter, on the other hand, felt similarly. Despite sitting on the stool, his kneecaps immediately turned into jelly, his cheeks began to blush faint pink and he could feel his heart beating more rapidly. The girl he had been crushing on since middle school was now coming over to sit next to him.

“Hi.” You shyly smiled. “I’m supposed to sit next to you. Could you move a little bit over?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course…” Peter stammered, almost falling out of his seat in the process. You smiled again at him which caused him to turn his head upon seeing your pretty smile. You noticed his awkwardness and smiled again to yourself. You had always found him pretty cute, and seeing him this close up, you realized he was really cute.

You whipped out your phone and turned down your brightness just enough so you, and only you could see your screen. You clicked on the groupchat with Lily and Ryan.

‘Guess who I’m sitting with’

‘Don’t tell me that loser Ken who farts all the time. I had to sit next to that creature for an hour before I demanded a seat change.’ Ryan sent.

‘Guess again.’

‘Brad Hottie Davis?? He’s so into you.’ Lily texted back.

‘Not my type I’m def not into Brad. It’s Peter Parker.’

‘Who?’

‘Who?’

‘I’ll text you guys l8ter. Class is starting.’

••••

The day had gone by slowly and you could feel your head begin to throb as you made your way back to the Stark building. You had to go through heaps of security before entering the same lobby you once were in. A man who you had not recognized stood before you, he gazed upon you just as stoic as the last man who previously interviewed you.

“Hi, Y/n L/n?” He asked.

“Yep, that’s me.” you stammered.

“I’m Mr. Hogan.” He greeted. “So, you were an excellent candidate and Mr. Stark loved your application. Although I was quite surprised someone as qualified as you would apply for a maid job.” he mumbled.

You opened your mouth to speak but your words wouldn’t form.

“Uh okay, take the elevator up to the third floor, check in at the maid station, they will supply you with your uniform and assign your room number.” Happy pulled his phone back out and continued on with a phone call leaving you there.

You had absolutely no idea how to even be a maid, hell you didn’t even know how to clean properly. You had the choice to run out right now. Yet, if you had stayed at this job until payday, you would definitely have enough money to buy Animal Crossing and help out your parents a bit.

••••

In the changing rooms, you opened the box and feasted your eyes on the Stark maid uniform. You pulled it out to see it more closely, not believing your eyes. The top part of the skimpy black dress had a perky white collar, with a cute black bowtie. The bottom half of the dress had a white apron that tied around the waist which had frilly ends. The skirt fluffed out a bit, which had frilly ends as well. You then saw white fishnet stockings that barely reached past your knees. Along with black Mary Jane’s with a slight heel. You shivered upon seeing the uniform in its entirety. You took a deep breath and slipped on the outfit and shoes. It was definitely short, and showcased your legs. You played with your bowtie for a few seconds before turning around. Your butt just barely getting full coverage from the dress. You looked down at the card placed in the box with your uniform and shoes. You were assigned to room 105.

“Am I really gonna fucking do this?” You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror, almost admiring yourself.

••••

You walked into room 105 and was hit by the stench of Axe body spray, practically burning your nostril hairs off. You were disgusted by the mess. Clothes were thrown everywhere on the floor, the bookshelf was messy and each book was just thrown, the bedside drawer was messy as well with organized clutter and boxes were out just full of stuff waiting to be put away. Not to mention random legos just popping up all throughout the room. “Holy shit!” you exclaimed.

You brought all of the cleaning supplies into the room with you and shut the door behind yourself. Your hands become sweaty just thinking about cleaning this disgusting mess. You had no idea how you were going to pull this off.

As you got started, you noticed the room wasn’t dirty which was a step up. It was just massively unorganized. You put in your earbuds and began to clean. You threw most of the clothes on the floor into the hamper, you hung up the ones on the bed, and gaming chair in the closet, you picked up the tiny lego pieces and set them in the corner of the room and began organizing the bookshelf. You admired the books that sat messy on the shelf, physics books, Star Wars books, chemistry books, and even some comic books. You giggled to yourself as you looked through one of the comic books.

Peter stood on the windowsill and unlatched the lock, he pushed the window upwards and panicked seeing another individual in his bedroom. He sneakily jumped on the ceiling and watched you organize his belongings. You turned around to pick up a small feather duster. He audibly gasped upon seeing you.

His five year crush was now in a sexy maid uniform dusting his book shelf. Peter might have been upside down but that didn’t stop him from taking in every inch of you. He began to feel himself go weaker upon gazing at you and licked his lips as his eyes fell to your cleavage. Last fall when Peter had been in a hotel in Switzerland, he had ordered some porn that showcased a girl in a sexy maid uniform, although she couldn’t compare to you he realized he had some sort of kink for it. That whole week in Switzerland, after fighting and going on missions with the avengers he would masturbate to soothe himself at night.

After organizing the bookshelf you decided to take a break and flopped down on the twin bed. You placed your earbuds away and rested your head on the pillows. You shut your eyes softly and sighed.

“Hey, prettygirl.” Peter jumped down from the ceiling still in suit.

You jumped upon hearing this familiar voice and became even more startled as you fluttered your eyes open to see Spiderman standing above you.

“H-Hi!” You squeaked in terror. Peter could see you tense up and hear your heartbeat increasingly rapidly.

“Oh! Please don’t be scared!” His voice instantly softened. “I’m not gonna hurt you! You see, this is my room.” he said sheepishly.

You looked down and noticed his growing bulge in his pants. Your cheeks instantly flushed again.

Peter noticed the look on your face. “I’m so sorry- do you want me to wait outside for a few minutes?”

“O-Oh it’s okay! I’m just finishing up.” You stammered. You looked up at him and met his eyes. “You just kinda remind me of someone.”

“Who?” the eyes of his mask narrowed.

“What?”

“W-Who?”

“You just sound like this guy I’ve always kinda had a thing for.” Unsure of why you blurted this out to him.

Peter’s heart instantly dropped as he processed this sentence. He stood silent for a minute. “Take off my mask.”

“What?” you exclaimed.

“Take it off…Please.”

Your hands shook as you jumped up from the bed obeying him. He grabbed your wrists and rubbed your arms gently before sliding you even closer to him. Your perfectly manicured hands gently peeled off the mask and before you know it you saw Peter Parker’s deep brown eyes staring back at yours. He looked away slightly as he gave you a toothy grin.

You looked at him in utter shock, searching for anything, anything! To say.

“I really envy you, you know?”

“W-What?” Peter stuttered.

“I’m jealous. I’m jealous of how smart you are. Although, most of all I admire how smart you are. My admiration for you always outweighed my jealousy.”

He looked back at you in pure surprise.

“You know, after all this time. I just realized how much I like you.” You gushed. You wrapped your fingers on his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

Peter obeyed and was inches away from your face. Your cheeks blushed being so close to him. “O-Oh!” You flushed. “You can’t tell anyone.” You took a few steps back.

“About?“ Peter still on ecstasy from being so close to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tugged on the hem of your skirt. “This!”

Peter examined you for a minute, loving every single second of this. “Well you can’t tell anyone about this!” He mocked you and tugged gently on his suit.

“Oh y-yeah, I still haven’t quite processed you being Spider-Man yet.”

“Well I haven’t quite processed you being a maid yet.”

You blushed again at his words. “I-I really need the money.”

“I respect that really!” Peter rubbed the back on the neck. “It doesn’t look very professional though?”

“It’s the required uniform Tony gives to all the maids.” You explained.

“Oh!” He clicked his tongue. “Now thaaat makes sense.”

You nodded in embarrassment.

“Okay, uh! Well think about it this way. No one will see you like this except me! Because you clean my room-“ he trailed off realizing. You now clean his room. He swallowed slowly.

“Y-Yeah.” You looked down shuffling your feet.

“On one condition.” Peter’s voice cracked.

“Which is?”

“Twirl for me in that sexy maid uniform.”

You smirked at this reply. “I’ll do you one better.”

His eyes widened at your bold statement.

“How about a lap dance?” You winked.

YAAAAASSSSSSSS 💖💖💖💖

anyway, reblog if…

a) you’re in the mcu spiderman fandom

b) you ship spideychelle

c) you’re an irondad fan

i really need more mutuals. and, as usual, stark*r shippers DO NOT INTERACT. I’ll block you if you do

s/o scenarios to script ⊹ ｡ﾟ･

— sharing a playlist and sharing headphones while listening to it

— finding ways to subtly touch each other’s hands without others noticing

— them teasing you just to see your reactions

— them gg along with any date you want because they just want to be with you

— getting matching keychains and your s/o taking it with them everywhere

— a cold breeze hitting you and you starting to shiver so they give you their jacket

— them sneaking up from behind you to wrap their arms around your waist, pull you close and bury their face into the crook of your neck

— them leaning in and you thinking they want to kiss you so you close your eyes just to feel them brush your hair out of your face and whisper something romantic in your ear

— fixing their hair and them looking down at you with a soft smile playing on their lips, eyes silently adoring you

— them having a habit of asking for more kisses and pulling you closer after parting because they need more of you

— them helping you tie your hair while you’re eating

— waking up next to them and trying to get up but they gently grab your hand and pull you back down to hug you half asleep

— waking up next to them. the sun is peeking through the window, birds are chirping outside and both of you just stay in bed and cuddle and shower each other with kisses

— cooking breakfast and them sleepily coming into the kitchen to hug you from behind

— keeping the relationship a secret from your friends and having a movie night where both of you secretly hold hands under the blankets while furiously blushing

— both of you being out and it suddenly begins to rain so you both run for shelter and by the time you finally get to a small shelter, you’re both soaked so you both just laugh as you gently wipe the water from their face

— driving up to a view spot and slow dancing under the stars as love songs play on the car’s radio

— snowball fights where you run up to them, kiss them, before hitting them in the back with a snowball and running away giggling

— the classic you having something in your lips and them kissing it off

— them picking you up and spinning you around

— coat hugs where they put the hood of your coat up and give you a really warm hug

— them putting their scarf around your neck while it’s snowing and it smells like them

— leaving a kiss mark on their cheek and them refusing to wipe it off

— making christmas cookies together which turns into a food fight — you guys get flour everywhere, your faces are smudged with batter and the fight is finally ended when they hug you from behind, burying their face in you neck and picking you up slightly

— them tucking your hair behind your ear and looking at you with pure adoration

— holding hands and them doing the thumb rub thing

— dancing in the rain

— carving your initials into a tree

— underwater kisses

— building a blanket fort tgt and spending the whole night in there cuddling and talking

— brushing your teeth together and locking eyes in the mirror

— complaining about something but they can’t stop staring at your lips and kiss you mid rant

— sneaking out to get slushies at the convenience store at 3am with them and both of you coming back with a purple tongue

— holding each other’s hands in a crowded place so you don’t lose each other

— going to a party and everyone’s going crazy with the party poppers so you both are left picking confetti out of each other’s hairs

— holding hands, walking along the calm, lapping shore as the sun is setting, showcasing the most magnificent views of pink, yellow, and orange hues

— them sweating from doing something strenuous and you giving them a kiss as u gently pat away their sweat with a towel

— them helping you put on a necklace (and kissing your neck afterwards)

— new years kiss under the fireworks

— always finding a way to match your outfits even the tiniest bit

— them kissing your knuckles

— getting super excited after winning a game and hugging and kissing them on the cheek

— them playing with your hair and using it as a brush to tickle your cheeks

— talking about your futures together and both of you getting that fuzzy feeling

— them carrying you bridal style and both of you just gazing into each other’s eyes

— watching a movie and them getting bored so they start nuzzling into your neck and leaving a trail of small kisses on your cheek and neck

— every single one of their lock screens on their phone being you

— laughing so hard over something so stupid it becomes an inside joke between the two of you

— seeing each other after being separated for a while and running into each others arms and there’s a long hug that just goes on that’s so relieving for the both of you

— your s/o being in charge of taking pictures of the whole friendgroup during a trip and when everyone checks back on the pictures all they see are pictures of you. safe to say they were never put on photography duty again

— both of you being included in each other’s family events and milestones

— midnight walks together through the snow in winter where everything is coated in a beautiful layer of fresh white snow and everything is so tranquil and magical

— them pulling your beanie over your eyes before placing a small peck on your lips and playfully smiling at you

— them burying their face in your shoulder and pulling you into a soft and tight hug, making both of you fall onto the bed together. they then pull their face back such that your faces are inches away, eyes locked. their eyes flutter to your lips before tenderly kissing them and whispering “i want to drown in you. all of you”

— waking up next to them and admiring their sleeping face under the morning sunlight

— your hands being cold so you place your hands up their shirt on their stomach

— standing on your tippy toes to reach their lips

— them wrapping their arms around your waist to pull you deeper into a kiss

— them playing with your hair while you lay on their chest, their fingers gently raking through the soft strands of your hair, all while you talk softly about anything and everything

— waking up to them cuddling you

— hanging around at a basketball court together and them going “if i make this ill kiss you. if i don’t i’ll kiss you anyway”

— making snow angels under the stars together

— gg to a photo booth tgt and taking the cutest pics

— absolutely everyone commenting on how much love fills their eyes when they look at you

— watching the sunset and giving each other small kisses in between

— tracing their features as they gaze at you with pure love and adoration

— walking together as cherry blossoms begin to fall all around you

— exploring the forest together and them putting out their hand for you to gently take it and guide you along the trees

— spaghetti kisses (like in lady and the tramp)

— you smoothing out their messy hair

— having this thing going on between the both of you where you give each other love letters in the most creative ways and each time it gets crazier and crazier

— baking cookies and them randomly deciding to visit your house and they come up from behind you to wrap their arms around your waist and kiss you on the cheek. so you spin around and smudge a little batter on their nose and they just laugh

— palm kisses

— them coming up from behind you and resting their head on top of yours

— them holding your hair while you eat something on a windy day

— when you were younger you made a list of romantic things you wanted to experience and your s/o ends up finding that list and attempts to complete it

— going to a sports game and both of you show up on the kiss cam

— you driving and your s/o is in the car next to you at a red light so they signal you to roll down the window. when you do, they start blasting “kiss me” (or any other love song of your choice) on their radio and singing their heart out to you

— them smiling into your kiss

— doing their makeup and they can’t keep their eyes off you

— them drawing your initials on their notebook

— going sledding tgt and them falling over in the snow so you wipe off snow from their hair and face while laughing uncontrollably and they’re also laughing as their eyes are glued to your face

— kissing them and accidentally getting lipstick on their lips so you try to wipe it off and they just smile, grab your hand, and lean in for another kiss

— going to the beach at night and staring up at the moon while having deep talks

— kisses on the tip of the nose

— sharing an umbrella with them and they tilt it towards you

— pressing your foreheads against each other’s and scrunching your noses

— tracing shapes on their back as they doze off

— your shoelace being untied so they bend down to tie it

— making matching bracelets out of our eye colours

— writing your names on a padlock, locking it on a bridge and throwing away the key

— pulling them in for a kiss by the tie

— subtle touches

— them deboning your chicken for you (or taking the shells off the prawn etc.)

— burning all their favourite songs onto a cd and painting it to give them as a gift

— them putting their hand in the back pocket of your jeans

— getting mad at them and them doing the absolute most to make it up to you

— you saying something they think is so adorable they smile and look away

— them being all smiley every time you’re brought up

— falling asleep on their shoulder in the car and them trying to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible

— kissing under the mistletoe

— them lying on your lap during a board game with your friendgroup

— putting on a face mask for them and they cannot keep their eyes off you

— clinging onto them because you don’t want them to leave and they are loving every second of it

— collarbone kisses

— sharing milkshakes together and both of you going going to take a sip at the same time and locking eyes

— stealing something from them and them chasing you around trying to catch you. when they finally do, they wrap their arms around your waist, making you squeal and giggle. as you turn around, they kiss you and gently take back their belonging from your hand

— it’s snowing outside and you both cuddle up in front of the fire place with hot chocolate and watch the grinch

— them not being able to sleep and throwing things at your window to wake you up just to go sit with them under the stars

— board walks while holding hands

— going to a haunted house with your fg and the both of you give each other a quick kiss when you guys get to a really dark room

— making snowmen together and you’re both having so much fun bundled up in your winter coats

— them having you take the first bite of their food and blowing on it because it’s hot

— kissing their dimples

— soft launching your relationship

— helping them tie their tie

— them giving you one of their rings

— you not wanting to get in the pool so they pick you up and jump into the water with you

— sneaking out with them at night to go by the beach and swim

— watching the fireworks with them and they admire how breathtaking you look under the colourful glow of the lights

— them showing up at your door one night randomly bc they js “wanted to see you”

— you two getting ice cream and you asking them if they wanted to try some of yours and they say yes and ask if you want some of theirs and you also say yes so they kiss you

I thought about that too!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Just a thought but Peter Parker dating Kingpin's daughter

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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