prongsletmoony

SYNOPSIS: She knew her and Peter Parker were meant to be as soon as he walked into Stark Industries, call it feminine intuition.

PAIRING: TH! peter parker x stark!reader

WARNING(s): kissing, stalking jokes, hasn’t been proofread oops and peter being an absolute dork lol

💭: If you couldn’t tell, this is vaguely inspired by ‘Drop Dead’ by Olivia Rodrigo, and this was so hard to write I had mad writer’s block also shout out to @prongsletmoony for the post that inspired this oneshot <3

WC: 0.8k

If you had told Y/n Stark when she first met her dad’s new intern that she’d spend the next five years hopelessly in love with him, she wouldn’t be in the least surprised.

From the moment he stood in front of her with his windswept brown hair and perfect freckles, she knew this had to be kismet. She fell fast and hard. Of course, she’d never tell Peter how she felt, she could never ruin their friendship, so she was content with being his best friend, better that than nothing.

They had repeatedly been photographed together in public, which, of course, the media took and ran, labelling them as the newest power couple and plastering photos of them on “dates.” Of course, they’d always laughed it off, but they had never publicly denied anything.

Even in their personal lives, everyone assumed they were dating, they were glued to the hip. Tony had sat peter down during a lab visit giving him a stern warning not to mess with Y/n’s feelings.

“Are you nearly done yet?” Y/n groaned like an impatient child. Peter didn’t look up he just sighed from his spot on the edge of Y/n’s queen sized bed.

“You said we would be studying if I came over, and so far you’ve just been scrolling on your phone,” Peter lectured, a faint smile creeping onto his lips as ‘Just Like Heaven’ by The Cure faintly started playing in the background as he began to hum along.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, making her way over to Peter, who was, to his credit, focused on an AP World History book. Pages of writing sprawled around him. She peeked over his shoulder, reading the line he was on.

“So you think that post war Japan and the cure is more interesting than talking to your best friend, hm, Parker?” Y/n teased, leaning on Peter’s back, her head resting on his shoulder as he continued to write.

“We are talking,” Peter sighed with an absent minded smirk, losing his place in his reading. He nudged Y/n off his back with a small laugh as she landed on the other side of the bed with a small huff.

Y/n sighed casually, grabbing Peter’s phone, unlocking it, scrolling to his Instagram, preparing to spam his close friends’ story with photos of her just to annoy him. But what she found was somehow even better. His recently searched was filled with Y/n Stark fan pages and her account.

He had been stalking her profile.

She started hysterically laughing, which instantly caught Peter’s attention. His head snapped up to face Y/n, who was clutching his phone like a precious jewel. His eyes went wide. “What are you doing?” Peter squeaked awkwardly.

“Oh… nothing,” Y/n let out in between giggles. Peter slowly made his way towards Y/n, whose grip tightened around the phone.

“If you’ve uploaded seventy two photos of yourself onto my story again, you’re so dead,” Peter jokingly warned, trying to snatch his phone back from her.

“Pete, have anything to tell me?” Y/n cooed, a shit eating smirk finding her lips. Peter narrowed his eyes at her words, racking his brain.

“No?” Peter hesitated. Y/n turned the phone to reveal his recent instagram searches.

Peter froze, his eyes wide as he scanned the screen. Yeah, this looked bad. “Give me my phone,” he gulped.

“Care to explain, Joe Goldberg?” Y/n teased, gripping onto Peter’s phone, giggling.

“I am not a stalker,” he clarified, his voice sounding like a thirteen year old girl’s, and his face beet red.

“Oh, please do explain then, Pete,” she smiled, shrugging. Tilting her head and leaning in close to his face teasingly, he opened his mouth to speak before immediately closing it again, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips nervously.

“Peter? I’m just joking, I don’t thi- “ before y/n could even finish her sentence, Peter’s lips crashed into hers. She froze, holding her breath as he quickly pulled back, his face mortified like he’d just murdered her firstborn child.

“I am so sorry, y/n, Jesus, I wasn’t even th-“ this time he didn’t get to finish his sentence before she leaned in, cupping his face gently as she kissed him again. His hands moved hesitantly to her waist. She smiled against his lips as he melted into the kiss, her hands wandering to the nape of his neck. Peter gently groaned as Y/n pulled him on top of her, falling backwards onto her pillows. He breathlessly laughed into the kiss. Y/n’s heart could’ve exploded. She had dreamt of this moment, and now it was finally happening, and it was better than she could’ve ever imagined.

Peter slowly pulled away, his eyes taking in a breathless Y/n underneath him. Her face flushed, her eyes still closed and the biggest dorky smile he’d ever seen her with. Peter took a mental photo of how perfect she was, he never wanted this moment to end.

“So you are a stalker?” Y/n breathed, a giggle escaping her lips. Peter could only stare down at her, a lovesick smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he whispered.

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