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FatherFigure!Tony Stark x Peter

Hello friends, I got a request for some Father and Son Tony and Peter moments so I shall attempt to supply after the immense struggle that was infinity war…. A/N I made up the admissions guy’s name

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It was 2:29 pm on a Friday, which was probably Peter’s favorite moment every single week. It was not just because he was happy to get out of school for the weekend, like every other kid in the entire world, it was because he got to spend the next two days at his favorite place in the whole world, the Avengers Compound. He got 48 hours of nonstop training, science, and hanging out with all of his idols. It was always so much fun. Peter loved his daily dose of being a friendly neighborhood Spiderman, but it was always nice to see the bigger picture, where he could go, where he is going.

Ever since May found out about his secret, Peter had been encouraged by her to go to the compound and train as much as possible, but only after her freaking out on him for a while. She knew that there would be no way to stop her kindhearted nephew from helping people, so she might as well try and decrease his chances at getting hurt.

When Peter arrived back at his building after school, the car sent by Mr. Stark was already waiting in the street for him. He bolted up the stairs and into the apartment, “May, I’m about to leave, see you Sunday night!” peter yelled into the apartment as he ran into his room to grab his duffel bag. There was no reply to his yell, so he figured May hadn’t come home from work yet, so he wrote a quick note and left it on the counter before rushing out the door and down to the car.

When Peter jumped in the car he apologized to the driver and the car sped off down the busy New York streets. Well as close as you can get to speeding, the roads were clogged and it took ages to get anywhere by car, but eventually the car was out of the city and flying down the highway towards the compound. Peter was shaking with anticipation, his heart never ceased to pick up speed no matter how many times he has come up here. He loved his life so much, he just couldn’t believe it was real, he couldn’t believe he could have gotten this lucky. He wouldn’t change any of it for the world. In attempts to calm himself down, peter shoved his ear buds into his ears and started blasting his music into his ears.

After what felt like ages the car finally rolled up to the compound peter nearly jumped out of the car while it was still moving. Peter calmly thanked the driver, collected his things, and made his way up the walk way and into the base, his smile wide the whole way. When peter opened the door, the voice of FRIDAY filled the air, “Welcome back Peter, Mr. Stark is on his way to meet you”

“Thanks FRIDAY,” Peter responded, shifting his bag on his shoulder, patiently awaiting Mr. Stark’s arrival. Peter zoned out for a bit in the lobby area when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey kid,” Tony said, fiddling with his glasses.

“Hi Mr. Stark,” Peter replied hyper enthusiastically.

“I’m really glad you came up here this weekend, I’ve got some people I want you to meet,” Tony explained, gesturing for Peter to follow him as he grabbed his shoulder and began to walk back down the hallway.

“More Avengers?” Peter asked, eyes wide, hopeful.

“Superheroes are boring, you’re one of them. These people are a little more important; it’s time for you to start thinking about your future. “

“My future?” Peter questioned, “But I thought-“

“That you were going to graduate high school and then avenge full time. Yeah no way, you are way to smart for that. You have so much potential and it would be a waste,” Tony reasoned as he guided Peter down the residential hall. “Drop your stuff in your room first,”

“Okay,” Peter agreed, opening his door and chucking his bags inside, before shutting his door and continuing down the hall with Mr. Stark. “But what if you guys need me, what if there’s another disaster and I’m not there to help, what if-“

“Your brain is worth so much more than you know. You have a mind capable of creating a better AI than vision without the mind stone. You are more than Spiderman, Peter, you’re peter parker. You figured out how to remove a complex tracking device from a suit, designed by me by the way, without having me figure it out. You’re a genius. And if we need you, you won’t be to far.” Tony finished, just as they arrived as a set of French doors. “You’re future is right behind these doors,” Tony said, patting Peter’s shoulder and pushing the doors open.

“Peter, meet the dean of admissions from MIT, Mr. Jonathan Garcia” Tony introduced.

“Hi sir it’s an honor to meet you,” Peter chattered nervously, shaking the dean’s hand.

“The honor is all mine, Tony has told us over at MIT great things about you, we hope that you will consider applying, you’re a junior right?”

“Yes sir,” Peter answered, eyes wide.

“We are looking forward to having you, we will be in touch,” The dean replied, leaving the room with what looked like his assistants.

“Did he come here just to talk to me?” Peter asked Tony, eyes wide, clearly shaken.

“Yeah, he has been dying to meet you, every time I’m up there he asks me about up and coming innovators, usually I don’t say anyone, but this time I said you.” Tony responded, his eyes foggy for a moment.

“Thank you sir, thank you so much,” Peter responded.

“I know you have your heart set on avengers, but there is so much more to running this team than just fighting, everyday me and banner are making new weapons, and suits, implementing and designing new tech that will save our lives and the rest of the world. It’s our education that allows us to do that and it would be a waste to have you skip out on that opportunity. Don’t make my mistakes, don’t blow off school, study, work hard, and I guarantee you will be 100 times smarter than I am. And I’m great so. Point is kid, I see a lot of potential in you, and I can’t wait to see what you can do with it.” Tony completed as Peter’s eyes threatened to water. Here he was, in the base for the avengers, his heroes, hearing his biggest hero, Tony Freaking Stark, tell him that he has potential to not only him directly but to the dean of admissions from MIT. Peter was felt so loved, so cared for, like he had someone looking out for him. Like he had a father. It had been so long since he had a father figure like this in his life. He didn’t realize how much he missed it until he felt that void being filled. Being filled by the self proclaimed billionaire playboy philanthropist who is known world wide to not have a heart. Well peter would not be the first or the last person to say that Tony did have a heart, you just had to be close enough for him to show it to you.

The rest of Peter’s weekend at the compound was great. Training, learning, scienceing, developing new tech, and everything else that Tony wanted him to do.

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Peter Quill x Gamora

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Hello friends!!! On the wake of infinity war I decided to write this short lil thingie for starmora Bc I just want them to be happy and not be *cough spoiler cough* dead/faded away/possibly trapped in a ugly orange rock,, so I wrote this, I hope y’all like it!!!!

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Peter felt himself slam onto his back as he groaned, trying to force his eyes open. Once he did all he saw was glowing white, “ugh what the hell?” He asked himself quietly, sitting up, trying to process what had just happened. Peter had just died. He died. Wiped away with the other half of the universe. Peter turned in circles, looking for any other signs of people, but didn’t see any. At this he started to walk, aimlessly in the white endless abyss. It felt like hours of walking, but he wasn’t tired or hungry, just relaxed. There was nothing to stress about. If the universe exploded that wasn’t his problem anymore, but suddenly the anxieties over groot, rocket, drax, mantis, and gamora set in. If he was dead, would he ever see her again. Would they be reunited in death, he wondered. He continued walking, but the anxieties of his mortal life began to hit him, and he could feel tears pooling in his eyes. After ages of walking, peter noticed an arch in the distance. Beneath the arch was a figure, dressed in white, with clear green skin, and a sea of inky black and magenta hair falling from its head. Once the color appeared in his eyes, he began to run, his mood immediately shifting, his breaths got shallow, as he got closer, the figure turned, face lighting up. Peter ran into the figure, enveloping her in an all encompassing hug. “I never thought I would see you again,” he whispered through tears.

“I would never leave you,” she replied, pulling back from the hug to look into peter’s glassy eyes.

“G’mora,” he whispered, anxiety still strained in his voice.

“Shhh, we have an eternity, relax,” she soothed, grabbing peters hand, leading his beyond the arch. At this Peter’s view began to fog to black, and in his last moments a pang of fear washed over him.

Peters eyes flew open in an instant, met with the familiar view of the Milano ceiling. He sat up immediately, looking around the room with wild eyes in a confusion fueled panic. The only thing he saw was his beautiful girlfriend sleeping beside him, hair spread wildly around the pillow, arms tied in the blankets. Peter let out a deep sign, and Gamora began to stir as she flipped over and her eyes began to flutter open. “Hey,” she whispered in a soft questioning tone at peter’s confused and fearful stare.

“Hey,” he responded, leaning against the backboard of the bed.

“nightmare? ego again?” She asked, sitting up and leaning into Peter’s chest, grabbing his hand and tracing shapes into his palms.

“Not this time, something much much worse, all too real,” he responded, his gaze drifting off into nowhere.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked, turning her face to peter, her eyes filled with worry.

“not really,” he whispered back, pecking her lips before she turned back around. “you know I love you right, so much,” peter said to gamora.

She turned around once again and locked her eyes with his, “I love you. More than anything” she responded. And peters heart stopped.

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Peter Parker x Reader

Hi pals!!! I’m kinda back and wrote this thing!! I like it a lot !! It was super fun to write for me!! I really hope you like it !!!! Also thank you all for 2000 followers!! Anyway enjoy!!!!!!

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You could feel your heart rate quicken and breath speed up as fiery hot tears slide down your cheeks and onto your pillow. Your legs tangled into the blankets as you grabbed fistfuls of soft fabric as you saw images of blood rushing from peter’s head, the light fading from his eyes appear on the back of your eyelids. You screamed, a horrible blood curdling scream. Your eyes flew open and you sat up immediately, trying to take deep breaths and bring your shaking limbs to a stop. Once you regained control, you noticed your eyes were glassy, mouth was dry, lips were chapped, and hair was a wreck, sticking up on all sides. One more deep breath. And another. And another. You reached for your phone, checking the time. 3:27 am. You placed your phone back down, and tried to bring yourself back to sleep. Trying to quell your anxieties about peter, wherever he was. He wasn’t on earth, because if he was, he would have called. And if he was on earth and didn’t call you, he was... dead. A possibility you couldn’t even consider. He can’t be dead. He wouldn’t be dead. He isn’t dead. More deep breaths. Slowly, you drifted into a sleep, hoping that no more nightmares about peter arrive.

You missed peter like crazy. He’s been gone for weeks, off literally saving the entire universe. He was a real hero, but you just wanted him to be back home, coming over to your apartment after school, to sit on the couch with you watching crappy movies and friends reruns for hours instead of doing homework. You didn’t want the hero, you didn’t want Spider-Man, you just wanted peter. The next school day was hell, as usual, no sleep, and no peter. You and peter had 3 period together, and everyday you started at the door, hoping that he would walk in with that big goofy grin on his face. After school you wandered to the train, alone. You eventually made it to your apartment and sat on the couch, alone. And turned on the tv to watch friends reruns, alone.

“Hi sweetie, how was school today,” your mom said, as she sauntered in the door carrying her stuff from work, her heels clicking with every step.

“The usual” You replied in a monotonous tone as you curled your legs up to your chest. Your mom tried desperately to make conversation, to make you eat something, to make you do something, but all you did was sit, wait, and hope. You just wanted your peter back. Once your mom gave up on attempting to break you out of your depression, you dragged into your room and out onto the fire escape. Back during sophomore year of high school, before you were dating peter, before you knew he was Spider-Man, you would go outside to look for Spider-Man. Eventually Spider-Man took notice of you and came to say hello. You had already been friends with peter because of school, and you developed a bond with the masked hero. Eventually you put 2 and 2 together. Spider-Man began to slip details about your life, or his, and once he mentioned May it was all over. You ripped off his mask and sunk your lips onto his. Now you sat on the fire escape and looked up at the stars, wondering if you’re looking towards peter, hoping that he’s safe, and on his way back home.

After the chill in the air became to much for you, you slid back in the window, careful to leave it unlocked. It was unlocked every night. When peter was around he would sometimes sneak in after fighting crime. Sometimes he had injuries that needed tending to, sometimes he saw something terrible and needed cheering up, and sometimes he just needed to be near you. Soon after returning inside, you were snuggled into your bed, trying to think happy thoughts. With the help of over the counter sleep aids, the darkness took over and you drowned into a deep sleep. That night, the terrors were bad. Every sight you saw felt all to real, peter wasn’t dying this time, just crying, screaming, hurt. You could see tony holding him back, tony leaving to deal with something, and not returning. Peter screamed louder, rocked back and forth. He looked tired, covered in dirt, and sad. There was an air about him that screamed for help. Although you were sleeping you could feel the tenderness in your throat. You too were screaming, calling out for him. You knew he couldn’t hear you, and you hoped these dreams weren’t real, but somewhere, deep down, you knew they were too realistic to be just dreams. You didn’t know much about the enemy he was sent to take care of. You knew he was powerful, and intended on destroying all life. You knew he could climb inside minds and turn them into his puppets. You knew he could make anyone believe anything. And most importantly you knew he could do this without any trouble. Your eyes fluttered open to a weight on the corner of your bed, and a hand beginning to run up and down your shoulder. It was your mom. You felt the tears sizzle down your face, and your mom push your hair out of your face. She offered a weak smile. She knew how difficult this was for you. She knew about peter being gone, she knew he was in mortal danger, she knew his chance of survival was slim. She wanted to tell you that everything would be okay, but she couldn’t lie to you, because people were going to die, would it be peter, she didn’t know, but she didn’t want to break your heart if she was wrong. Eventually your mom exited you room quietly, believed you were asleep. You sleepily grabbed your phone to check the time, 1:28 am. You close your eyes and let slumber fall upon you once more.

More school days came and went. Peter did not make an appearance. You arrived at home, and slumped down on the couch, not even bothering to turn the tv on. You were just numb, you could cry, but you had no more tears left. You could vomit, but you hadn’t properly eaten in days. You could scream, but your voice was shot from weeks of constant sobbing and yelling in your sleep. You curled up onto the couch, hugging a pillow tightly to your chest, while putting on the playlist peter made for you a couple days before he left. Your mom eventually returned home, she didn’t try to make conversation, but even if she did you wouldn’t have heard, the world seemed like white noise. You walked into your room and out onto the fire escape, pulling one of peter’s sweatshirts over your shoulders. It’s been so long since he’s worn it, it didn’t smell like him anymore, but it was still comforting. You looked up at the stars, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You took one last deep breath, went back inside, and collapsed onto your bed, passing out from exhaustion, you had no energy left. Ordinarily, you were a pretty light sleeper, a tap on your window or a creaky floor board could wake you immediately, but because of weeks without proper sleep, you didn’t notice the sliding of your window. You didn’t dream, just breathed, unconsciously. It was peaceful, not happy, but neutral. It was good. You had no thoughts running through your mind until there was a shift in weight on your bed. You assumed it to be your mother, but moments later your processed that it was not on the right side. Your eyes opened lazily. You couldn’t be bothered anymore, but once you opened your eyes you saw him. You saw him. You saw peter, there he was, on your bed. Next to you. Really there. Alive, breathing, smiling sheepishly. You immediately started sobbing, pulling him into you in the tightest embrace. He kissed your forehead and you could feel his tears on your face. You pulled his lips towards yours until neither of you could breath. When you caught your breath you whispered,”it’s you”

“it’s me” he replied, wrapping his arms around you.

You closed your eyes and buried your face into his chest. “can you stay?” You asked, muffled by his shirt.

“yes,” he whispered back, wrapping his arms tighter.

You kept all of your limbs wrapped around peter for the rest of the night, and you have never slept better.

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Peter Parker x Reader

not a request, I’m just trash

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It was a typical Friday afternoon. You made your way up the staircase to your final class of the day, English. By far your least favorite class of the day, English was just reading books you have no interest in and answering questions that completely overanalyze the meaning in the details and misconstrue the author’s initial meaning. It’s exhausting, and honestly you preferred science and math. Once you arrived at class, you hurried to your seat, grabbed your binder out of you bag, and pulled your phone out of your hoodies front pocket, shoving your ear buds into your ears that you had left plugged in from the class before. Your teacher was absent all this week, and she assigned a group project. Your group was probably the worst. You ended up doing the entire thing yourself, since it’s “uncool” to care about your grades apparently, but at this point the project was done, so you just had a free period to do math homework, or play Tetris, probably the latter. Lunch, the period before it’s due, is always the best time to do math homework, no matter how much you enjoyed it. Though Tetris and math homework seemed like compelling enough tasks, you spent the entire class daydreaming. Daydreaming about Peter Parker. The same Peter Parker that nervously asked you out during lunch on Wednesday. The same Peter Parker that you’ve had a crush on since 7th grader, Peter Parker. The same Peter Parker that you have a date with Peter Parker. So when you said it was a typical Friday, it wasn’t. Most of your day was stressing about the low-key trip to the movies that was happening that evening, or time spent lost in thought, dreaming up conversations and scenarios that will defiantly not happen on this date, or ever. “Wait, is this even a date?” you thought to yourself, “What if it’s just a friend hangout? Would he have been that nervous if it was a friend hangout?” With every new question, your breath quickened and you could feel yourself beginning to panic, but before you were take too far out of reality, the bell rang. The day was over. It was 2:30. Only 4 more hours until Peter was going to pick you up. You rushed out the classroom door and down the steps to your locker, dropping off your books, and grabbing your coat, before running out the heavy metal doors, pushing through the crowd, to catch your train home.

Once you got back home, you made a mad dash to your room, dropping you backpack on your desk chair, plugging in your phone, and flopping onto your bed, screaming into your pillow. After a few moments of face planting onto some blankets, you took a deep breath and sat up, looking towards your closet. Your gaze was aimless, scanning past every item in your closet at least 100 times, not stopping on any sliver of color. Eventually you stood, with a groan, and made your way to the closet and started flipping through all of your tops. Cute, but casual, was your goal, so you eventually settled on your favorite top with a pair of black skinny jeans and doc martins. You peeked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair slightly, deciding that you liked the outfit. Before you knew it, it was 6:15. Only 15 more minutes. You zoned out to some music, until you heard a knock at the door. You clicked off the music, ran to the front door. Took a deep breath and pulled it open.

“Hi,” He said, breathless.

“Hi,” You responded with a light laugh.

“So ummmm, you uhhh, ready to go?” The boy asked, you could see the nerves in his face.

“Of course,” You replied confidently. There was something about worry in someone else that gave you confidence. You walked out, closed the apartment door behind you, grabbed Peter’s hand, and started to pull him down the hall to the stairs. You turned back to look at him, to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable, your anxieties started to catch up with you, but when you saw his face, his cheeks were pink, but the smile on his face was so big, there was an adorable crinkles next to his eyes. And his eyes radiated happiness. He was so different than the other guys who tried to take you out. The fuckboys, who wore smirks, and were always armed with backhanded compliments that made you, feel so inadequate and guilty, yet so special. With Peter, it was different; you could tell already, there was no guilt, you were just happy, even though the extent of the date so far was a 10-minute walk to the movie theatre. His hand was so warm as it consumed your hand. You smiled and giggled a little after a few moments of confortable silence. “What?” he asked with a slight laugh.

“It’s just,,,” You hesitated for a moment.

“What?” He urged lightheartedly, but with a mild seriousness behind it. Suddenly the crinkle eyed smile was gone, replaced with a soft understanding gaze, and when he met your eyes, your heart melted.

You took a deep breath, moving your eyes to the ground, “Have you ever imagined something, and never thought, not ever, would it happen?” You asked.

“Yeah…” he trailed off, his eyes joining yours at the ground as you felt his heartbeat quicken.

“This…” you hesitate once more, “is one of those things,” you whispered. He heard it, and you could swear his heart stopped, so did yours.

He looked back up to with a smile so bright it could rival 1000 supernovas. You smiled back anxiously, but as soon as you looked into his deep brown eyes, it melted. The wave subsided and returned to the sea. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and leaned your head on his shoulder. Once again feeling the boys pulse quicken, but then slowly return back to normal. Eventually you reached the movies, and that was only the beginning.

The whole time you kept averting your gaze from the screen, to Peter. Sometimes you would get lost in your own thoughts and forget you were staring. Then eyes would meet yours and your cheeks would turn pink, but he would only smile with a silent laugh. It was his turn to be confident, you supposed. Eventually your head was on his shoulder, your fingers intertwined with his. After the movie was over, you couldn’t even tell what the plot was, or the main character name, or the name of the movie because you were that distracted. The pair of you walked out of the theatre, hands still connected. “Wanna go get ice cream?” Peter asked.

“Sure!” you turned back and smiled at the boy, continuing the best night of your life.

“Are you serious? Thor is your favorite Avenger?” He said incredulously, laughing with a huge smile on his face.

“He’s literally a god! Who’s yours?” You asked, jokingly offended, taking a bite of your ice cream.

“I mean, Iron Man is pretty cool,” Peter said.

“He doesn’t even have powers, it’s a metal suit, I expected him your favorite to be spider-man” You thought out loud. You noticed Peter’s eyes go wide when you said it, but didn’t mention it. “ Well I guess he did give you an internship.”

“Yeah,, uhh” he stuttered, “Mr. Stark is pretty cool,” He laughed it off and the night continued.

Way too soon, you were back at your front door, holding Peter’s hand. You were about to say goodnight, but your face started drifting towards his, and his to yours. And before you knew it, your lips were pressed to his, and everything was going so fast yet so slow at the same time. And just as quick as it started it was over. “I’ll uhh, call you?, see you Monday?, text you?” Peter rushed, smiling with red cheeks.

“yeah,” you replied dazed, but Peter had already disappeared down the steps, and you pushed your door open, shut it quickly, and slid your body down to the floor, an immovable grin plastered to your face.

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Peter Parker x Reader

I GOT INSPIRED TO WRITE THIS ON FEBRUARY 13th AT LIKE 10:30 PM SO IF THAT TELLS YOU HOW MY LOVE LIFE IS!! (nonexistent would be how it is) SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! IM SUPER INSPIRED TO WRITE FOR PETER PARKER SOOO PLSSSS DROP ME SOME REQUESTS ON HIM PLEASE AND THANK YOUUUU!!!

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You were laying on your bed, laptop pulled up to your face, watching some cheesy romcom that you found on Netflix. It was a long day, a very long day, especially because it was Valentine’s Day, probably your least favorite day of the entire year. It didn’t even bother you that you were single, I mean 17 years of perpetual singularity was annoying but not the cause of you annoyance, the part you hated was that you were bombarded by love no matter where you went. Every couple turned there creepy PDA up to an 11 on Valentine’s Day and it was the one day a year that you couldn’t say anything. Also why do you need a particular day to tell people that you love them, shouldn’t you love them everyday? Regardless, you were happy decompressing by yourself with Netflix and some popcorn. You continued to watch, beginning to mock the 2 dimensional characters poor decision making skills when you heard a knock at your front door. You groaned, slamming the space bar on your laptop, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, then standing as you yelled, “One sec!” in the direction of the door from the other side of the apartment.

You didn’t even think twice about your appearance when you opened a door, massive hoodie, leggings, hair falling out of a haphazardly made bun. You threw the door open, not even bothering to look through the peek hole, to reveal, your best friend Peter Parker. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” He cheered happily, raising his arms to see he was holding chocolate, popcorn, and a bag filled with other candy and snacks.

“Oh my god, what?!?” You laughed, opening the door as he walked in with the snack, making his way over to the couch.

“I know how much you hate Valentine’s Day, even though it’s a great holiday,” he added as a jab,”but I figured that you wouldn’t want to spend it, home, probably watching a romcom, cause your secretly a sap like me,” another jab,” while your mom is out with her boyfriend,” he finished his speech with a smile at you, and he was already spread out on your couch, snacks spread across the coffee table.

You rolled you eyes, and responded playfully,”and what makes you think I want to spend my Valentine’s Day with you?”

He looked scared for a moment, face flashing red, before getting his calm back and shooting back with a huge cheesy smile,”cause I’m your favorite person and you love me. now sit”. He grabbed the remote and flipped the tv on. With another eye roll, you landed on the couch next to him. You grabbed a snickers off the table and relaxed.

Hangouts like this were not uncommon for you a Peter. Once your mom started dating again, you were home alone a lot, not that that was a problem for you, you loved it, but once peter found out, your days home alone were over. He was always so protective, so worried that something might happen while you were there and there would be nothing you could do. It was sweet, and you really appreciated the company, the total solitude probably wasn’t good for you. When you and peter did hang out it always consisted of snacks, movies, and eventually falling asleep on your couch. At first your mom would come home at like 11pm to find two 12 year olds asleep on the couch, with quite a distance between them. After time past and your mom trusted you more, she would stay out all night and peter insisted he would stay with you until she came back. He always did. Until 6 months ago, you would commonly wake up on Saturday mornings with your head in the crook of peter’s neck, and it wasn’t even weird. He always had this cute sleepy look when he woke up, you thought. But 6 months ago, it stopped, he came over sometimes, but never for that long, he always apologized a lot, but he was never around anymore, so your nights got lonely again for the first time in years.

“How abouttt...” he started, looking through the movie menu,”national treasure? not a romcom, but still cheesy.” He asked.

“I’m down, orrr cars 2, it’s a classic?” You shot back.

He rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, “rock, paper, scissors?” He replied quickly.

“Best 2 our of 3” you answered.

It was an intense battle, but you lost with a pout and a huff, “ better luck next time Y/LN” he taunted, with a smirk on his face.

“Well I pick the next one so,” you shot back.

After about an hour into the movie, your eyes started to droop. You did realize how late it had been when peter came over, it wasn’t that late but, almost 9. You took a deep breath and tried to force you eyes open. You leaned over a little and leaned your head on peter’s shoulder. He looked down at you with those eyes. His eyes, his perfect eyes. And at that moment everything stopped, your eyes locked with his, nothing else mattered. Until a loud ass noise from the movie ruined the moment. Peter looked away, back up at the screen, but that didn’t stop him from leaning back more into the couch allowing you to fully lay your face on the front of his shoulder. Before you even processed what was going on, his arm was wrapped around you. Yes, this had happened before, but you both were asleep. Even though it was strange, you moved a little closer, you were basically on top of him. You looked up, and met his eyes, staring into them for a moment, before his eyes unconsciously flicked to your lips, and yours to his. Within milliseconds, your lips were attached to his. You sank your hands into his hair and back onto his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you pulled yourself into a straddle over his legs. You were making out with Peter Parker, your best friend in the entire world, on your couch, on Valentine’s Day. Once your brain got to that last part, you actually stated to laugh. You broke apart, almost in tears from laughing. You saw a look of panic on peter’s face, collected yourself, and packed him on the lips. “You’re such an idiot,” you smiled, still laughing a little.

“What?” He said, still very confused.

“Now I cant hate Valentine’s Day anymore,” you explained, as if it explained everything.

“What?!” He answered, his look more awestruck now.

“You come to my house, on Valentine’s Day, with food, looking like a snack, I might add, you know I’ve had a crush on you for forever,”you explain now feeling confident,”and then you lean back and bam, we’re making out on my couch. On. Valentine’s Day. My former least favorite day. And your favorite,” You pieced together.

“That wasn’t the plan, there wasn’t a plan-“ he stammered, trying to play it off.

“Oh shut up and kiss me,” you demanded, pulling his blushing face to yours.

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so as you all know I haven’t been writing or anything for well over a month, except for that one thing last week, and I’m super sorry. I try and read through requests, and search for ideas or something, but there’s just nothing. I still love stranger things, but I feel like there’s only so much I can do with just steve for the most part, I feel like everything I try and write sounds exactly like everything else I’ve already written, so I have a proposition.... I have watched/am watching/plan on watching many shows.... one of which that I’ve grown to love is doctor who, I’m a littttttle late to the party I know, but I fucking love Matt Smith and no one can tell me any different...... so since I’ve gotten through a large percentage of the show, I got super inspired, mostly by my adoration of Matt Smith, to write for the 11th Doctor, so I started a thing and I rlly like it?!? So basically what I’m asking is if I posted other shows/movies/books, like doctor who, would y’all read it?!? also if you guys like something and wanna know if I’ve read or seen it DO NOT hesitate to ask me, link in my bio!!!

thanks for reading, love y’all lots, and have a wonderful day <3