#readerxpeterparker

pairings: Fem!reader x spider man/ peter parker

genre: angst x romance x some steamy moments (in pt2)

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : Self-harm, abusive parents, reader has dark hair, poc friendly, mention of cuts, crying

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : 1.75k

proof read! kinda

summary:

Y/n and her parents didn't exactly have to best relationship. They've always had her in an exhausting academic chokehold. She would never be excused to leave the house for anything other than school work and that was on a good night, the rest of the nights she'd have to be locked up in her room studying her ass off for just a test, or a pop quiz they were going to have the next day. The A's and high B's she was scoring weren't even enough to satisfy her parents need for a straight A, prim and proper daughter and this made y/n think dark dangerous thoughts of herself. One day, y/n's had enough of bottling these pent up emotions to herself which only dragged her down into a spiralling pit of depression, so she decides to confine in her one true friend, Peter Parker. Peter takes worry with y/n's condition and decides to swoop in as Spider-man to give her a night out she so very deserves. Except for the fact that.... she doesn't know Peters the one and only spider-man.

It was another one of those nights. The nights where her door would be wide open just so that her parents could spy on her mindlessly studying for the 100th time this week. Never mind 'those nights' it was every night that was like this. The constant pressure to study and do well in school was constantly eating y/n up like an exhausted paper shredder.

This time however, was a much darker night than she'd like to admit. The day had already gone sour for her right from the moment she woke up. The sounds of her parents arguing emitting from the thin poorly built door of her room starting her day off with a miserable note, the way she would look at 'prettier' girls pass by her in the school corriders and wonder why she couldnt have those beautiful golden locks that bounced on the head of them that she'd admire. Or the fact that she very much wasn't like other girls, as cheesy as that may sound. She quite literally didn't have a life other than studying and being the high acheiving daughter her parents always wanted her to be.

This made a pit of jealousy form in her stomach which was only growing by the second. Why couldn't she live her life like a normal teen girl. Why couldn't she be the one confident in her looks making other people whip their heads to see the beauty that lied within her. Why couldn't she just be loved properly. Those were the nagging thoughts that crossed her mind on a darker night like this. The nights where she would fumble around and try to find the old rusted blade of a sharpener she had to de-construct to finally give herself the pain she deserved. She took a deep breath whilst a silent tear wept down her cheek and took the first cut to start the night off with a gruesome opening.

The day was young, fresh and smelt of.... blueberry muffins? Y/n could smell it a mile away coming from the kitchen of her parents apartment. That was the perfect note to finally start the day off with after the past couple of days being miserable. Her wrists ached as she just remembered the endeavours of last night. She felt guilty for inputting this pain to herself, but she knew that later on in the week she would know her worth and know she deserved it. With that, she sucked in the sharp pain and quickly found a long sleeve shirt to wear. It was winter in New York anyway, so who would notice?

Y/n lept out of the room in a rush to taste the delicious blueberry muffins which filled up her senses, only to be greeted with her sister and mom already sharing them whilst crumbs recklessly fell from their mouths as chatter erupted. She did have a sense that her mom always favoured her sister but brushed it off, because its just muffins anyway right... right?

"Ahhh! Y/n my baby youre finally up! Had a good sleep after working your little brain last night?" Her mom said with surprise as if y/n had never woken up this early before.

"yea mom, just a little exhausted. Maybe if i could get a br-" Before y/n could finish her plea of wanting a break for once, her mom cut her right off

"ah ah ah! no no no, finals are coming up and i need to see perfect A's on that little report card of yours. So no breaks until then. Understood sweet pea?" Ah yes, the good ol' nickname to sweeten things up. Y/n always hated that.

''Yea sure whatever you want mom. Anyway could i get a muffin before i leave? They smelled so good from my room and i thou-"

"Sorry hunny... i thought you didn't like muffins! The rest are for aunt May. I was just talking to her the other day, and she mentioned something about muffins- oh thats not the point! did you know Peter, her nephew, got an A plus in physics?-" Before her mom could continue another rant on how someone was always going to be better than her, she decided to tune it out with the thought of seeing Peter today. 'Finally' she thought, she got to see one sane person in her life.

"Okay mom its cool whatever, ill pass them to Peter today at school."

"Uhm- no you wont." Y/n's sister interupted with sas

"Hm? come again?" Y/n said in disbelief

"Sorry sweet pea, your sister wanted to pass them to Peter personally today. Maybe another time for you y/n?" Her mom so gracefully spat out

"Yea... sorry but, i dont think Peter would want to except them from a second choice anyway" Oh the audacity her sister had.

"Ok- whatever, im done for today." Y/n sighed out before rudely exiting the front door and slamming it shut.

She knew the conseqeunces of those actions, but she just didnt care anymore. Nobody in that household knew how much she meant to Peter and how much he meant to her. They practically live within eachother, meaning no secrets were hidden, no matter how private or... embarassing they may be. But no, her poor miserable sister just had to have some sort of stupid teen crush on the poor boy who probably has no taste for her.

time skip to school

"P-parker... you w-WHAT?! You really think my sister- sorry the devil is attractive?!" were the shocked words she threw at him as he playfully grinned at her

"Hey! im sorry that i find her the tiniest bit attractive, but that doesn't mean i like her, c'mon now y/n" Peter defended whilst taking a dangerously attractive bite out of that slice of toast

"Yea whatever." Y/n scoffed whilst avoiding his piercing gaze

"Hey, dont be like that. If it makes you feel better, i still think that you're like the coolest person here and i swear by that."

"Okay sure."

"Y/n...."

"What"

"You're still mad."

"Okay and?"

And with those words Peter decided to pull her away. She didn't know where yet. But she was just glad it was away from the noise the cafeteria painfully inplanted in her ears.

"Peter careful! you're practically ripping my arm off!" Y/n said whilst mentally hissing at the grip he had on her fresh cuts.

"Yea yea just a second, we're almost there"

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It had been around 10 minutes or so of Peter and Y/n just casually 'people watching' from the fire escape above the school building. The sight was refreshing and gave y/n a glimmer of hope that her life may end up being like the rich business lady she saw walking down the street, or the cool skateboarder chick who seemed to not have a single care in the world. Just anybody but her seemed to be better right now.

"So... what exactly would be the problem if i had a huge fat thicc crush on your sister?" Peter conversed to break the ice

"Oh the problem would be you ending up with a broken heart and a bruised face is all." Y/n said exasperatedly

"Okay i get the broken heart bit, but bruised face? Damn, i didn't know your sister was a kick boxer"

"No, I would be the one providing those lovely bruises on your face." Y/n said with a tight twisted smile before dropping it completely

"That wouldn't be too bad" Peter barely mumbled before clearing his throat

There it was again. That growing pit of jealousy began to open up again, as she watched a group of girls seemingly her age pass by with beautiful hair and care free gestures signalling they had freedom right in front of them to use whenever. This finally made the pit in her stomach explode. Why couldn't she be allowed a single droplet of freedom, like a lost tiger in a desert desperately thirsty for anything other than the dryness of sand.

"H-hey peter-"

"yea?"

"I just wanted to tell you.. Things haven't been so good at home lately." Y/n struggled to say whilst gripping her clothed left arm forgetting the sting that stayed.

"Why? What happened? You know you can tell me anything, stupid." Peter said whilst trying to make light of the situation, clearly worried

"I-its just my parents and sister thats all...... Well fine, its not just that. Its so much more actu-actually." Y/n sniffled before an eruption of silent droplets let out from her eyes.

"Hey hey hey, Y/n.... Its okay, im here for you now! You can always trust me. You dont have to worry." Peter comforted before wrapping his lean arms around her warmly

"I-i know. You're l-like th-the only person i would ever t-truly trust here. Y-you dont know how much you've helped me Peter." Y/n was sobbing at this point, trying to keep composture around her best friend.

The tears that left her puffy eyes were an endless stream like the water that would run from a drippy tap no matter how hard you tried to twist it shut. Peter felt a wash of pityness and hurt come over him as the sleeves of his shirt continued to dampen. It felt as if he could feel her pain right there and then, and that he had to do something about it.

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TIME SKIP TO AFTER SCHOOL

Peter sat mindlessly on the edge of his bed, both hands planted beside his torso while his mind ran circles.

"What should i do?"

"How do i make this better for her"

"Should i intefere?"

"I wonder what she's up to now"

were the thoughts that popped up in the sea of Parker's mind. The constant worrying ache to know if she was okay or not, or if she was getting yelled at by her mom or dad again. The thought of it made peters ears turn red with anger at how irresponsible and abusive her parents were.

*Ding!*

There it was. Finally after a good hour of staring blankly at nothing, a good idea popped into his head like the sound of someone earning an acheivement in the thoughest video game. Peter decided on something risky to try and make Y/n feel just a little better.

He was going to show her New York at its peak as........ Spider Man.

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DONT WORRY PART 2 WILL COME OUT SOON FOR THOSE WHO WANT IT!!!! sorry i havent been writing lately, this whole ass draft took me weeks to compile and gain motivation to write, so i hope you guys like it! This is my first spiderman fic and ngl i'm still getting the hang of the mcu so bare with me lol

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: Pregnant by accident and dad tony finds out

A/N: this is stupid but I wanted to write something dumb so here it is. Sorry if formating it weird. I’m posting from my iPad bc I can’t be bothered to use my computer rn but it would have made it worth it if I had bc I can’t make this look how I want to on “mobile”. Whatever. Also sorry I haven’t written in ages, as some of you know, I work more than 40 hours a week and don’t normally get home until after 8 pm and am tired as hell. But since I’m fiinally quarentining (is that even how you spell that is it even a word?) myself I decided to try some writing instead of watching hours of tik tok videos. Enjoy! Sorry for my rant.

Perspiration collected on your forehead as you rode the elevator. Pain twinges in your abdomen as the pressure begins to become too much.

You had to pee. Of course you had to pee. You drank half a gallon of water when the thought occurred to you.

You ran through the penthouse, clutching your purse protecting the contents from jumping out, praying your bladder would not release it’s contents before you were seated on that throne.

Nervousness overtook you as you shut and locked your bathroom door behind you. You riffled through your bag for the thing you'd just returned from buying.

With shaking hands you unpackaged it.

After waiting the designated time, plus 10 minutes out of fear, you finally worked up the courage to look at it.

Your heart sank seeing the positive symbol. Your 19 years of life suddenly feeling like it all just ended.

You couldn't believe how absolutely stupid you were.

Grabbing your phone from your bag, you sent a text. Knowing you wouldn't be able to have the conversation in person.

“Pete, I got a meeting to get to. Do you got the rest?” Tony asked. They were in the lab, working on another new device.

“Yeah Mr. Stark, I should have it done by the time you get back.” Peter answered.

Tony left with a quick see ya later and was gone. Peter on the other hand returned to working.

Until his phone went off. He saw it was from you and opened it. His stomach dropped. There was no way. You were joking with him. You had to be.

All the message was, was a picture of a pregnancy test box and 2 words. “It’s positive.”

He thought about that one night a few weeks ago that you spent together. It was an event night, both of you required to be there per Pepper.

You might not be of age but that didn’t stop you from drinking and Peter liked to take his off nights to enjoy himself some so he was drinking too and next thing either of you realized your innocent flirting that usually happened turned into high key sexual tension and with nothing to stop it, well you both took advantage of the situation in a deserted bathroom two floors below the event you should have still been at.

And now you were about to pay the ultimate consequence.

Your nerves grew as you waited for a response. You practically shot out of your skin when your bathroom door opened.

“Please tell me this is some fucked up joke,” Peter said, not even caring that he just walked right into your bathroom without even knocking.

“Pete-Peter I-,” you shook your head. “Why would I joke about something like this?!”

“I don’t know!” He wouldn’t meet your eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Retaliation for me fucking you in a bathroom at an event for your dad?”

“That’s all that was to you?” You asked quietly. Things just kept getting better and better. You sat down on the edge of your tub, you wrapped your arms around yourself. You were not going to cry right now.

“I-“ he tried to start but you stopped him.

“It wasn’t conventional or perfect but hell Peter it meat more to me than just a quick fuck.” Before you could even register the tears you were holding back slid down your cheeks. You shifted, your head going to your knees and your hands covering your head. It was getting hard to breathe and his silence was not a reassuring thing.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, sitting down on the floor in front of you. He pet your head.

“What are we going to do?” You sobbed.

“Hey,” he said, tugging you forward so gently, bringing you into his lap. He secured his arms around you. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. We don’t need to have all the answers right now. Okay? Let’s just take this a step at a time.”

“How are you not freaking out,” you asked, pulling back some to look at him.

He finally looked you in the eyes. “I’m terrified,” he admitted. “But I know we can get through this.”

You gave a hesitant nod.

He kissed your forehead and didn’t leave you the rest of the night.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The two of you tiptoed around the topic for 3 weeks before you were finding yourselves cornered by your dad.

“What’s going on with you two? You’ve been acting weird for a couple weeks now.” Tony stated. He’d called a team meeting but as soon as you arrived, Peter was already there, you discovered that no one else on the team was arriving.

Peter looked at you, you both knew he was a terrible liar when under pressure like this.

But you? You were a great liar. You learned from the best after all. You arched a brow at your dad. “What do you mean? How have we been acting weird?”

Your dad hummed. “Let’s see, the two of you get all jumpy when the other shows up. I keep catching the two of you whispering to each other whenever I’ve left you alone for a few minutes. There was the fact that at that banquet I had a few weeks ago the two of you disappeared for a while. Y/N you’re not eating normally, Peter everytime I ask you something you either jump out of a daze or I can’t get your attention at all. I can go on guys, so tell me. What’s going on?”

You leaned back in your chair. “Peter asked me out, we didn’t want to tell you, things are a little weird right now.”

Tony looked at you in surprise.

You prayed that as Peter did the same your dad wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t realize that the look he was giving you wasn’t the “oh my God you had to go along that route to avoid the worse one? You shoulda just told the truth and not lied!” Look.

“Oh,” Tony said, nonchalantly he added, “Here I thought you were pregnant.”

Your eyes went wide, fuck.

“What do you take me for, kid?” He asked. “Did you think the cleaning staff was going to not gossip about having found a pregnancy test in your bathroom trash?! That I wouldn’t find out about it?”

You took a shaky breath.

“I know when you’re lying, you can’t lie to the person that taught you to lie, Y/N. It doesn’t work.”

You had to try, “Well then why is Peter here if that’s what this is about?” Maybe you could get him off the hook.

Your dad’s face went blank. “Now you’re just insulting my intelligence. Of course it’s Peter’s! Kid’s been in love with you since before you two even met!”

Peter’s face went red as he twisted the computer chair he was in away from both of you.

You blushed lightly. “Dad stop!”

Tony sighed, finally he sat down in a chair across from you. “What was your plan?”

You glanced at Peter then down at the table. “I… we-we don’t have-have one.”

Tony reached across the table and took your hand in his. “Okay, that’s fine for now, sunshine. Whatever you decide, I'll support you. There’s options if you don’t want to keep the baby or if you do. I suggest though that you two figure out what this means for the two of you before you make any of those decisions first.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

Peter was looking off to the side but he had returned his chair to facing your dad. “Thanks Mr. Stark,” He added quietly.

Tony smiled at him. “If you hurt my daughter, Parker I will kill you and no one will find the body. Understand?”

Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat he nodded in response.

Tony stood, he leaned across the table and kissed your head. “Sorry I forced this out, but you two were driving me crazy. I’m here when you want to talk more baby girl.”

You nodded and wiped at your face.

Your dad left, leaving you with Peter and impending conversation about the child growing inside you and what your futures held.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“So,” Peter started after the two of you sat there for 10 minutes in silence after your dad left. “I… I think now would be a good time to have this conversation, Y/N. So, I’m gonna just lay everything I’m feeling about this out.”

You glanced at him, he’d scooched closer to you and faced you.

He took a breath and started. “Your dad wasn’t wrong. I… do love you. I just… this is all messed up, but you know, it’s me why would anything go the way it should go, right?”

You went to speak but he continued.

“I’m not ready to be a dad. But I’m willing to take the responsibility because of my actions if you want to keep this child and want to raise them together. Or if you want to do it on your own. Or if you want to give them up for adoption. Or just want me to-“

You turned your own chair to be facing him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He relaxed some and hugged you back as best he could with the angle.

“Would it be alright if… if maybe we just start with a date first?” You hesitantly asked.

He let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, yeah please.”

“I don’t want to get rid of them. But with that being said, we have plenty of time to decide on what we want. And I just really want us to give being together a try before we make any life changing decisions.”

Peter nodded then kissed your cheek.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Of course your date went perfectly. As did the one after that, and the one after that and the, you get the point.

Peter went with you to your first doctor’s appointment and made sure he’d be there for all of them after that.

After that first ultrasound, well to say your minds were set on a decision was an understatement. You couldn’t believe you were so hesitant to want them.

Everything after that was a blur. You and Peter got closer, as did your expecting date.

Your dad and Pepper supported both of you the entire way. As well as Aunt May and the entire Avengers team.

You couldn’t have asked for more.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“Shh,” You whispered to the little girl. She giggled and held a tiny finger to her lips. The two of you poked your head through the cracked door.

A tuft of wavy brown hair stuck up everywhere from the pillow.

“Go ahead baby,” You whispered.

The little girl pushed the door open and ran for the bed. She jumped up, right on top of the man laying there. “Happy birthday, daddy!” Shouted as she sat on his back and shook his shoulders. “Wake up! Wake up! Mommy and I made you breakfast.”

You got into your side of the bed, set the plate down on your nightstand as Peter pretended to still be asleep.

He let out a loud fake snore.

“Daddy, wake up!”

You chuckled. “I think daddy might need some raspberries with his pancakes, Rory.”

Her eyes lit up. She smashed her face right into her daddy’s neck, making him flinch and laugh.

“Oh my I see how it is my girls wanna play games with me huh,” he scooped his little one up in his arms and raspberries her cheek before she could get away.

Rory squealed and struggled against him.

You laughed at the scene before you. But this caused both to stop, share a mischievous look before they’re both pouncing on you and giving you the raspberries now.

Which led to a full out tickle war, cold pancakes, and warm morning cuddles.

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PeterxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,123

Request by @panickedbrain : i love you writing!! could i request a dad!tony and his daughter is with peter and they host a party when he’s out of town and finds out? (sorry if this is too specific or anything!!)

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy! I’ve been thinking about how much I need to update all my masterlists and stuff and like I could totally do that tomorrow but will I? We’ll see! (Probably not lmfao) (mobile doesn’t have read more.)

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“Hey,” You greeted Peter, a slight bounce in your step as you stopped beside his locker.

He offered you a warm smile, glad to see you so happy on a dreary wednesday morning. “Hi baby, what’s up?”

“So, you know how this weekend is like… our last weekend of senior year before we graduate?” You asked.

“Yeah, I know,” Peter chuckled at you. “We were going to go out this weekend to celebrate, just us still right? Since next week will be literal chaos…”

“Yeah, I definitely want to do something just us, but what would you say to me throwing a party for the whole class?” You fluttered your eyes at him. He wasn’t exactly into parties, but you enjoyed going to them. You never threw any because of your dad. “This is my last chance to throw one, Peter. You know I’ve always wanted to. Dad’s going to be away for the weekend with Pepper, it’s perfect timing.”

With you giving him that look, how could he oppose? “You’re sure that’s a good idea? Especially behind your dad’s back? You know you constantly have cameras watching you at your place. Won’t that just be straight evidence?” You began to frown at him so he quickly added. “I’m not saying no, I’m just asking if you’ve thought everything through.”

“Yes, I have everything under control. Plus you’ll be there to help me if things start getting out of control. Which they won’t.”

“Okay,” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Which night so I can tell May I’m staying at Ned’s?”

You giggled in excitement and wrapped your arms around his neck.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

After your nice date with Peter on friday night, you immediately began setting things in place for saturday night’s party. You’d already informed your entire class of the event and just needed to make sure there wasn’t anything anyone could get into that would be a problem and that anything breakable was securely away.

You’d programmed a D.J. Setting into F.R.I.D.A.Y. Ordered a bunch of food and drinks, it was going to be awesome.

The penthouse was perfect for large parties and while your class was only roughly 80 students, well it wouldn’t be like one of your dad’s parties.

Peter, Ned, and M.J. Came over saturday afternoon to help you make sure everything was set up. As it neared the time people would start showing up you pulled M.J. Off to get changed, you let her borrow something extra cute to wear and she even let you do her makeup.

“So,” you sang as the two of you returned to the living room where the boys were watching dumb videos.

When they looked back they had to double take at M.J.

Your friend grumbled beside you, “I feel like a clown.”

You rolled your eyes, “M you look great! Right guys?”

They both nodded.

“Yeah, wow, who knew you could look like an actual girl,” Peter quipped.

She stuck her middle finger up at him.

“I think you look beautiful,” Ned said, you could practically see his heart eyes.

“Miss Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Interrupted, “your first bout of guests has arrived. I’ve informed them where to go.

“Thanks F.R.I. Turn up the music please!” You smiled. “Well, guys, ready to party?”

“Hell yeah,” the trio chorused.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

You spent your first hour greeting your peers and playing host. Which, to Peter seemed like enough time, considering he was pretty sure the majority of your class was already there, minus a few. So, he decided it was time for you to enjoy the party too. He came up behind you, two cups in hand, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You leaned into him and turned your head enough to smile at him. “Hi baby, having fun?”

“I’d be having more fun if you came to hang out with me for a bit,” He told you, offering you one of the cups.

You took it gratefully and sipped from it. You were never big on drinking at parties but you figured since it was actually yours and you were already home, why not. You followed your boyfriend into the party. Glad it seemed like everyone was having fun.

He got you to dance with him, which of course immediately had you smiling and enjoying yourself.

When Peter stopped suddenly you looked at him concerned. “What’s wrong?”

You turned around to see what he was looking at. Towards the elevators you were surprised to see Flash, along with a group of guys with him. Well Flash wasn’t exactly the problem. The guys were definitely not from your school. In fact they were all wearing varsity jackets and your school didn’t even have a football team.

“Uh, I think Flash extended your invitation…,” Peter said.

As the group dispersed you started towards your boyfriend’s bully. You hadn’t even wanted to invite him but since you invited the entire class you would have felt slightly bad. But now you were regretting it because you had not planned on other’s coming from a different school. Reaching Flash you smiled politely and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him away from directing the people that had come up with him and the rest that were now coming up as well.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Flash greeted, devious smile on his face.

“What the hell, Flash?” You snapped. “Who are all these people?”

“Them?” He asked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “Oh I don’t know. I posted about your party online and told some friends about it. You don’t mind, right? Your place is big enough, plus you didn’t want the party to just be the losers from school.

“Don’t put words in other’s mouths, Flash,” Peter shot, you hadn’t realized he followed you.

Flash rolled his eyes. “Screw off, Parker.”

“Hey,” You snapped. “You’re in my home, if you even think you’re going to speak to Peter like that again I’ll gladly have you escorted out. Got it?”

Flash held his hands up in defense.

“I can’t believe you just invited a bunch of random people here. If any of them break anything your ass is on the line. Do you understand?”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, whatever, can I go now?”

You shook your head in annoyance but let him leave.

“You sure you don’t want to just kick him and all the people he brought with him out?” Peter asked hopefully.

You sighed. “I’ll give them the chance but the second any of them start anything or break something, they’re gone.”

Your boyfriend nodded and tugged you forward to kiss your head. “No problem baby, let’s go do a round to make sure everybody’s doing okay and then we can dance some more?”

You smiled and took his hand to tug him along.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

It was half past 1. You’d been bid goodbye’s by quite a number of your classmates, but for some reason it felt like the place was still full. You realized it was because the people Flash brought were loud jocks and their friends. They only continued to get louder the more they drank.

“Hey,” M.J. Greeted you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I heard some guys saying they were going to try to sneak around the place. You might want to check that out.”

You and Peter frowned at each other. However, as soon as you stood up an alarm started blaring. Everyone that was left quickly covered their ears.

“Attempted unauthorized entry,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. Announced, cutting the music immediately.

“Fuck,” You said, grabbing Peter’s hand and running with him down to the lab. On the way you told the a.i. To stop the alarm, that you’d got it. While she did listen, you had a gut wrenching feeling that your dad was now going to know that something was happening.

“Hey!” You greeted the three boys, who definitely didn’t go to your school. They were trying to punch in codes to get into the lab.

They all jumped, like they hadn’t realized the alarm was heard not just where they were.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You shouted at them. “Out! NOW!”

Two of them began to run but one continued wait there. “Why would I listen to you?”

“Because it’s my fucking place, asshole. Now, get the hell out. There’s no reason you need to be trying to get into my dad’s lab.”

He laughed. “Yeah? So what?”

“Dude, do as she says. Get out.” Peter piped up. He didn’t like fighting in these situations. However, he wasn’t going to let this guy talk to you like that.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll kick your ass,” You told him. It wasn’t like you weren’t trained to.

The guy laughed some more and shoved your shoulder roughly.

Peter didn’t even hesitate. He swung so hard, you heard the guys nose break.

He wailed and ran away.

Peter was immediately checking out. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you, babe.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. With a sigh, you informed F.R.I.D.A.Y. To kick everyone out and inform you of where your dad was.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

There were 16 missed calls from your dad on your phone. 28 from Happy. And 9 from Pepper.

The last notification was a text from your dad. “We are on our way home. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Said you’re fine, but we’ll be there soon. I want details.”

You sighed and flopped down on the couch.

Peter pulled you close and you waited for your parents to get home.

The place was a mess. Drinks littered the floor and tables, there were plenty of spills, unfinished food, and overall it just looked awful.

You knew you wouldn’t have enough time to clean it all up before they got there, so you left it.

When the elevator dinged you could hear your dad and Happy arguing.

“Oh my God this place is a mess,” Pepper said.

You winced.

“Y/N,” your dad said, finding you and Peter sitting on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Care to tell me what happened here?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I threw a party, someone let it slip that there was a party. Kids from another school showed up and three of them tried to get into the lab. Don’t worry, they didn’t. But I was going to have the place cleaned up like nothing happened but those jerks had to try to get into the lab. I’m sorry dad, I will clean up I promise. I just didn’t want to look like I was hiding it. I know what I did was wrong.”

“You’re damn right it was wro-“ Happy started to scold you but your dad threw a hand up to stop him.

That was when he started to laugh.

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to throw a house party while I wasn’t here,” Tony said between his laughs. He sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“W-what?” You asked.

“I’m not mad, sunshine. I was just worried about you. F.RI.D.A.Y. Is good at giving updates but I needed to be sure someone did hack her and was just feeding me false information. However, you will be cleaning this mess up, but I’m proud of you. I’m glad you took the chance to throw a party for yourself and your friends before graduation.”

“As sweet as that is,” Pepper added. “If you ever do this again, can you please tell these kids to not put food on our $15,000 couches?”

“Are we just going to act like this wasn’t a total breach in security?” Happy scolded your dad.

“Happy, come on. You know how much worse I was as a teen?” Tony asked, a slight smirk on his face.

Happy frowned. “No. And I don’t want to. I am going home. Good night.” Happy left, defeated.

“You really aren’t mad?” You asked.

Tony shook his head. “Did you have fun?”

You gave a small nod, “Well, until Peter had to punch that guy.”

Tony pat Peter on the shoulder. “Good, kid. Thanks.”

“Dad!”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “You know I’d always protect her.”

Tony nodded. “Exactly why I trust that the two of you would be fine throwing a party. You’re not sneaky by the way. I totally knew you were doing this before we even left.”

You pouted. “That’s not fair.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just too obvious.”

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Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!TonyxReader

Word Count: 2,038

Prompt: person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)

A/N: Hello all, sorry it has been 800 years. I am just having a damn time with work. I am sorry if you have requested something from me and I haven’t gotten to it… I will eventually I promise. Until then I am going to do some Christmassy stories so if you have any requests for that let me know! AGAIN with the weird spacing...

You were desperate. Since meeting Peter you had liked him. He was handsome and funny and so smart. He was brave, a literal hero. But his one flaw was that no matter how hard you tried, he just would not fall for you.

Correction, he’d definitely fell for you. He’d told you so, right along with “we can’t be together”, “I can’t because of your dad and if things got messed up I wouldn’t be able to fix it”, and “if something happened to you because we were together I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

No matter how many times you brought up that it didn’t matter it apparently mattered to him. Even when you talked to your dad about it, HE didn’t care if you guys were a thing. But that just ended with Peter giving the excuse that if anything happened to you because of him blah blah blah.

The worst part was as the two of you got older, you wanted him more. Being you and in college wasn’t easy, not that it was hard, but you had a particular problem where you wanted Peter and you were getting to the point that you were willing to do just about anything to get his attention on you long enough to reel him in without him being able to back out.

You tried talking about other guys. You tried asking him to go to parties with you, but he never took that bait. You even tried just asking him out once. Albeit doing it subtly, without saying the exact words because you didn’t want to start the conversation about him not being able to, again.

So, you were going to resort to your most drastic plan yet. You were going to make him jealous. And when he confronted you you’d just make a move on him.

You decided that since it was nearing your dad’s annual holiday party, you would use that as your cover. So, you asked a guy from your college’s football team to do you the favor of pretending to be going out with you and yes it could involve a little makeout and him meeting the Avengers. Of course he jumped at the chance.

Everything was set. You planted some mistletoe, got an adorably short Christmas dress, and when the time came you were going to be ready to finally get your guy.

You introduced your fake date to everyone that was there and gave them a quick explanation of your plan so they wouldn’t freak out.

You took a shot, and you waited with your date for Peter to arrive.

Upon Peter’s arrival you began to get touchy feely with your date. You were talking with people and you stepped into him. His hands landing low on your back. Your hand was on his chest.

It wasn’t long before you made your way to Peter. You’d felt him watching you practically the entire time it took to make your way to him.

You hugged him, pressing your entire body to his. Feeling him tense slightly you pulled back away from him and fell into your dates side. “Petey this is Dylan. Dylan this is my best friend Peter.to your date.

“Petey this is Dylan, Dylan this is my friend Peter.” You introduced, Peter loved when you called him the cutesy version of his name you knew it just from the way he blushed slightly every time you did it.

“Nice to meet you,” Dylan said, a wide, charming smile on his face. He shook Peter’s hand firmly. “Y/N told me a lot about you. You sound like a smart guy.”

Peter shrugged as he retracted his hand. The guy definitely tried to hurt him but little did he know. “Funny, she didn’t tell me anything about you.”

Dylan shrugged and hugged you closer to him. “That’s okay, we've been spending so much time together she probably just hasn’t had the time to talk to you about us.”

You smiled up at your fake boyfriend. He was brilliant at this.

Peter nodded, his face going to one of him trying to hide his irritation.

It was then that you heard your dad calling you over so you tilted Dylan’s head towards you and kissed him gently. “Be right back.”

You cast a glance at Peter before continuing on to your dad. He was trying so hard to keep his cool.

Dylan watched you go.

“If you hurt her-,” Peter started but Dylan snorting cut him off.

“What? How do you think you have any ground to stand on to threaten me? She told me she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she was trying to get over her best friend that turned her down but damn dude. You really think after that you can threaten me to not hurt her? If anything that should be coming from me.”

Peter eyed Dylan suspiciously. “Yet she is in a relationship with you anyway?”

Dylan shrugged. “Told her I’d Gladly plsyRebound to help her get over you.”

“You don’t know anything about the actual situation. Why I can't be with her. You wouldn’t understand. You aren’t part of it. Our world is different from yours.”

Dylan laughed. “Whatever man, you lost this one. Let that sink in. She’s moving on and you missed your chance.”

Peter was becoming more pissed off with every word Dylan said. But of course right as he was about to let that show you returned to his side and gave him eyes that Peter desperately wished you'd give to him.

“Dylie come on there’s more people I want you to meet and I want another drink.”

“Yes baby,” he said, a charming smile on his face before he kissed your nose, making you giggle again.

“We’ll be around, Peter,” You said, turning, your already short skirt flying up and showing just enough more skin that Peter basically saw the crease where your thighs met your ass. But those thoughts left quickly as he realized you called Dylan a silly nickname and went back to using the hard r in his own name. It hurt.

You left him, wrapping yourself around Dylan’s arm. You all but snickered as the two of you went off to get another drink.

The party had been in full swing for only an hour and Peter was ready to leave. You were killing him. Even more so when he spotted you and Dylan making out where you were quite obviously but also obviously trying to hide.

So, Peter went in search of your dad to say good night and leave.

Too peters surprise by the time he found Tony you and Dylan were already with him.

Peter groaned quietly to himself as he went over.

“I’m gonna ride down with dylan he's gotta go,” you said to your dad.

“Thank you for having me Mr. Stark. Sorry I have to leave so soon.” Dylan added.

“Not a problem, hope you had a good time,” your dad told him. He spotted Peter behind the two of you a bit away, watching. “Have a good night.”

“Thank you, sir. You too,” he shook Tony’s hand and you began to guide him away. Spotting Peter you offered a cold shoulder.

Tony went over to Peter and clasped a hand around his shoulders. “How’s it goin’ kid?”

“Fine, Mr. Stark… I’m gonna get going.”

Tony arched an eyebrow at him. “Everything okay?” He asked, knowing exactly what was going on.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I just-”

“Want some advice?”

After sighing he nodded.

“She’s my kid, Peter. Any danger she’s in she’s already in it. Whether she’s with you or just a person you have regular contact with. Even if she was a stranger. You still feel obligated to protect her. But you’re letting yourself think that if she dates you the. She's in so much danger. But she's got you so what's it stopping you for? You still love her.”

“But-,” he was going to argue, but he just couldn’t. He knew Tony was right. “What if I screw everything up?” His actual biggest worry finally being stated aloud.

Tony sighed this time. “That’s not abnormal. Everyone thinks that when they want to be with someone they’re close to. But i for damn sure know that you're a great kid and will do all you can to be there for her. So would you just go get her already?”

Peter turned just as you were getting off the elevator. He quickly turned back to your dad. “I can’t. What if she turns me down because I had turned her down a while ago?”

Tony looked at the now nervous young man in front of him. “Pete, you won’t know until you do it. Go talk to her.” He gave him a shove in your direction.

He found you getting another drink at the bar. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey,” you responded, a giggle slipping past your lips.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“We are talking silly.” In the back of your mind you knew he was being serious, but with the drunken state you were in, you couldn’t help finding everything funny and were unable to take things seriously. Which also there in your mind was that you were going to screw everything up because of how drunk you’d gotten. But making out with a guy that you didn’t want to be with and trying to make it seem you were was hard sober.

Peter sighed at the state you were in. “I mean… can we go somewhere private to talk, like your room maybe?”

You brightened up at that, almost forgetting that you were gonna ask him yourself so you could put that mistletoe to good use. “Yeah, totally.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him off towards your room.

He wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but he was really hoping it wouldn’t end badly. When you reached your door he stopped you. Thinking it would be a bad idea to go into your room in case things did end badly, he didn’t want to let you hold that negativity in your room.

He was working your plan better than you were. You turned to face him. “Petey…” he looked so hesitant. You leaned back against your door. Retaking his hand you pulled him forward. “Petey, can you please just… give me one night. Just fuck me and go and it can be meaningless sex and we never have to talk about it or how I feel about you ever again.

Your words surprised him. “What?”

You slid your arms up his torso and put them around his neck. “I just wanna know what it’d be like to be with you, Petey. If you won’t give in to dating me just fuck me instead. Just once, so I can have you just for a little while.” You could feel the tears in your eyes roll down your cheeks. You when from flirty to depressed in seconds flat.

Peter’s stomach sank as you spoke. He reached up and cupped your cheeks. “Y/N,” he whispered, wiping your tears and making you look at him. “I would never take advantage of you being drunk. And I’m so sorry I’ve been so stupid. I know I’m bad at the whole relationship thing and I just…. I didn’t want to ruin anything our put you at risk. But I realize I have by not giving both of us what we both want.”

You stared at him surprised.

“So,” He said taking a deep breath. “Will you please forgive me for not saying yes when you asked me and will you please let me take you on a date?”

You nodded fairly quickly.

His head tilted back as he sighed in relief. That’s when he spotted it. “Is that mistletoe?”

You glanced up and blushed, seeing you’d been caught. “Guess that means you gotta kiss me now, huh?” You smiled sheepishly.

Peter chuckled, “Yeah, yeah I guess I do.” He cupped your chin and pulled you in.

Any hesitation about this that he felt was gone the moment your lips started moving with his.

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word count: 1,170

Request by @katiemcrae: Part 2 of Happy Birthday, Dad! But it is the reader's birthday instead.

A/N: This probably isn’t exactly what you were asking for but I felt so bad having put this off since you asked for it back in May. My most sincere apologies, I hope you can forgive me. Format is weird bc I'm posting from mobile. I will fix it if I ever get the chance to turn my laptop on again since I'm so busy...

You were half way through your day and frankly, it was the worst day ever. You couldn’t believe this, not a single person remembered that it was your birthday.

And you weren’t the kind of person to say something about it either. So, you waited and waited.

Not even your dad wished you a happy birthday while he was rushing out that morning, saying he was late for a meeting.

Then worst of all Peter wasn’t answering any of your texts. You hoped he was alright. You knew you would know if it wasn’t but it probably just meant he was busy.

It was just peaking 8 o’clock by the time Peter showed up at the tower and you were beyond upset by now.

“Hey baby,” he greeted entering your room.

You barely cast him a glance.

“You okay?” He asked, sitting down on your bed beside you.

“Fine,” you stated.

Now, Peter knew exactly what was wrong. He didn’t really like your dad's idea of pretending to forget what today was, but that was Tony's plan, so he had to go with it. “You’re lying,” Peter stated. “We’ve been together long enough that I know. So what’s up?”

You rolled your eyes, refusing to tell him the truth.

“Okay well then let me take you out on a nice date, so maybe I can cheer you up?” He suggested.

“Nope, I’m fine staying right here tonight. Like I’ve been all day since no one seemed to care.”

“Baby I’m sorry I wasn’t around today but you know how I get caught up in stuff… and I know your dad was in meetings all day so let me make it up to you.”

You knew he would continue to pester you, so you decided to give into him. You changed into something more acceptable and the two of you were off.

Peter brought you to your favorite restaurant. Only as you approached it looked closed.

“Guess they aren’t open tonight,” you offered. “Guess we’ll have to go home.”

“Maybe they’re just trying something new with the lights,” Peter suggested quickly as you started to turn around. He went and opened the door for you. “See? Open, come on.”

With such a quick response you eyed him skeptically. However, you went into the place anyway. The lights were all out but suddenly they all came on there were loud shouts of “happy birthday”.

You jumped some, only slightly surprised. You had a feeling this is what was going to happen. But frankly, you were more pissed off than anything.

Your dad was front and center. The huge smile on his face quickly dispersed seeing you scowl.

With a shake of your head you turned and walked right out of the restaurant.

Peter quickly followed you. “Baby-?”

“Don’t Peter,” you snapped.

Tony stepped out the door next. “What’s going on?”

“You guys!” You said, a bit too loud, people passing on the streets were staring, making you completely uncomfortable. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I would have loved this, if it wasn’t for the fact that the majority of my birthday was spent alone with everyone pretending to forget it was my birthday! I couldn’t even get a text of acknowledgement! How is that fair at all?! This doesn’t make up for that!"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and Tony sighed.

“We knew you’d suspect we were up to something if we said anything about it.” Your father stated.

“You know how bad I am at lying, you can read me like a book,” Peter offered. “I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t remember your birthday.” He reached out to take your hand but you snapped it away from him.

“Apologies don’t make up for it either, Peter.” You told him.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you…”

“You better. And Dad?”

“Well of course I’ll make it up to you sunshine. Sorry I wasn’t thinking about how it might make you feel… that wasn’t right. Let's get back in there though I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You nodded and went back into the restaurant. Your two guys following behind you.

At least your dad knew how to throw a party. And Peter definitely made it up to you that night.

You were cuddled up in your bed beside Peter. Your head tucked under his chin.

It was well past midnight, your party was so much fun. You spent a lot of it with your dad by your side. Dancing and laughing. It's been a while since you could all let go like that. And as tired as you were you just wanted to relish in the quiet time with your boyfriend. It was rare that the two of you could have a night together like this.

Peters hand stroked slowly through your hair, his fingers toying with strands. He seemed so calm, but something was off.

With your head on his chest you could hear his rapid heartbeat.

You shifted and looked up at him in the dark. “You okay, baby?”

His eyes widened like he hadn’t realized you were awake. “Y-yeah, yeah I’m good why?”

You tapped his chest. “I feel like your hearts gonna burst under my head.”

He was glad the room was only lit softly by the lights from the city below, or you’d see the blush take over his face. He stared at you for a moment. “Um well uh you just, you make my heart go crazy.”

You snorted at him and pat his chest. “Good one, Parker. Seriously though, everything okay?”

Peter sighed he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to you for long. You would just keep pestering him. He was silent for a moment before sitting up and taking you with him. He scooted out of the bed and went over to his pants.

You watched him quietly as he went, curious about what he was doing.

He came back, fumbling with something behind his back. “I-... I wasn’t planning to do this tonight. May says it’s bad luck on holidays and stuff so I figured your birthday would be a bad time too. And you were having such a good time anyway. And then I started thinking about when I could. And we were getting some time alone together and I started working myself up and how badly I don’t want to mess it up by rambling which is exactly what I’m doing and-”

He dropped down on his knee beside your bed. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes widened as he brought a beautiful ring up and the world tumbled out of his mouth. Tears sprung from your eyes as you sat up. You nodded and pulled him back up into your bed. You placed a very smiley kiss on his lips. “Yes, Peter yes.”

He smiled and let out a very small happy chuckle. You could tell he was holding back his excitement as his shaky fingers slid the ring on your finger.

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,470

Summary: You were both so different now, but you just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

A/N: Endgame spoilers, mentions of sex and attempted suicide.

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 2,032

Request from Anon: Are you gonna be writing any smut soon?

A/N: This wasn’t exactly a request but you asked the question so I wrote you some anyway. SEX, SMUT, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. If you are underage don’t read. Peter and Reader are 18 in this. If you aren’t into smut don’t read it.

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,573

Request from Anon: Omg could you write something where May is practically begging Peter to ask Stark!reader to prom or homecoming (because she’s homeschooled and doesn’t get those opportunities) but he’s a hundred percent sure she hates him but it’s the complete opposite?

A/N: Hey sorry if this isn’t great, I’m really trying to start writing again and it’s difficult with how busy I am now.