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farfromharry · 4 years ago

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summary: just cute domestic tasks with peter parker

peter parker x stark!reader

w/c 3k

a/n - i’ve had this in my drafts for so long snd forgot to post it :)

buttoning or zipping up clothing

“hey, peter?” you called. he hummed, coming to stand in the doorway of your closet where you were getting dressed for your dad’s gala. his eyes widened as he admired the way you looked in the dark blue colour, especially how the dress fit your body so perfectly, completely in awe of your beauty.

“once you’re done drooling parker, can you zip me up?” he nodded, snapping out of his lovesick daze and walking over to you. his hands touched your bare back shyly and you jumped, throwing a look over your shoulder. peter pulled away instantly, scared he’d done something wrong.

“your hands are cold.” you giggled. his heart warmed at the sound of your adorable laugh, the boy falling even more in love with you, if that was even possible. he moved his hands back to your skin and revelled in the sound of your laugh again as his cold fingertips brushed your warm body.

he tugged the zip up, gently moving your hair so it rested over your shoulder. the lightly touch of his fingertips made you shiver, a cheeky grin spreading across his face that you couldn’t see.

“all done.” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder.

“you look so pretty.” you blushed, turning to face your boyfriend, finally taking note of how good he looked in his suit. you whistled lowly, raking your eyes up and down his form, clad in a smart black suit and a blue tie that matched your dress.

“you look so good, wow.” it was now his turn to flush pink, his cheeks becoming rosy and making him look even cuter.

“we’re gonna be the hottest couple there.”

“gonna take everyone’s breath away, you’re so gorgeous.” he placed a few more kisses on your shoulder, trailing up your neck and jaw, right until he reached your lips.

“you’re perfect.”

putting on their necklace

“hi.” you smiled, leaning your head around the doorframe to look at peter seated on your bed.

“hi.” he laughed.

“i need your help again.” you whined. watching him stroll over to you with a smile.

“what’s up?” he asked, leaning his cheek on your shoulder, nose nudging against the skin of your neck.

“i can’t get my necklace on.” you pouted. he kissed your pout away, your lips following his when he pulled back, peter let out a beautiful laugh, one that made your heart yearn for his lips even more.

“later.” he said. he took the piece of silver jewellery from your hands, asking you to turn around. with one hand he tried to lift all of your hair out of his way, finding himself utterly unsuccessful. laughter bubbled up in your throat that you tried to stifle, not wanting to embarrass him for merely trying to help you.

to aid him you lifted your hair out of the way for him, giving him access to your neck and upper back. a ‘thank you’ slipping past his lips.

he brought the two ends of the necklace together and easily clipped them on, a scoff slipping past your lips at how easy that was for him.

“how did you do that so quickly?” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“magic hands i guess.” you smirked at the underlying dirty meaning, seeing peter’s features contort into a confused look, your heart soaring at his innocence.

“what?” he asked, his adorable cluelessness showing through. you cupped both of his cheeks and gently kissed his lips, grinning after seeing the tips of his ears turn pink.

“nothing baby.” you giggled. you heard your dad call your names, prompting you to take peter’s hand and lead him downstairs to the gala, where the night would truly begin.

any hair touching at all

study dates with peter were some of your favourite kinds of dates. even though you couldn’t count how many times you’d been scolded for pda or been kicked out for laughing too much.

mj and ned didn’t particularly enjoy accompanying you on them, at least not that they let you know, but secretly your friends were your biggest supporters. they thought you were utterly perfect for eachother. it had grown late, ned waving a goodbye as he had to go home, mj following shortly after.

that left you and peter, you weren’t really studying anymore, just watching how his eyes drooped as he tried to keep up with his biology work.

“pete.” he hummed in response, eyes snapping open to pretend like he hadn’t been half asleep.

“why don’t we go home?” he shook his head, his curls falling loose around his forehead.

“need to finish this.” he grumbled. you sighed, pouting at the sight of your tired boyfriend. you reached over and brushed his hair out of his eyes, gently scratching behind his ear. he practically purred, his eyes fluttering shut, pushing into your hand for more.

“we can go back to my house and you can take a nap, come on.” he huffed, reluctantly packing away his stuff and standing up from his seat. you’d already texted your dad a few minutes earlier, asking him to send happy to pick you both up. little did you know, your dad had decided to come for himself, watching the cute form of affection between you and peter through the window and as much as he hated seeing his baby girl grow up, he was happy you’d found someone as amazing as peter.

you kissed his head, running your fingers through his hair, watching as he almost fell asleep on your shoulder.

“c’mon hunny.” you laced your fingers with his, pulling him with you to head outside. your eyes widened seeing your dad, giving him a quick hug and a greeting.

“what’re you doing here?”

“i’m not busy tonight, so i uh thought we could all watch a movie together, get some food.” you smiled. you hadn’t spent much time with your dad lately, him and peter had been busy in the lab, so you were more than happy to accept his offer.

“think peter might pass out though.” you giggled, looking at the boy whose eyes were closed resting on your shoulder. your dad laughed, nodding his head.

“let’s go home.”

giving them a bite of your food and you feed it to them off your own fork

as soon as you got back to your dad’s penthouse, peter all but collapsed on the couch and passed out, a giggle bubbling in your throat.

“well, i’ll order food, you pick a movie and sort the kid out.” you nodded, heading to your dad’s dvd collection. you ended up picking one of your favourite disney movies, setting it up on the large tv before trying to wake your boyfriend.

“peter, hunny?” he opened his heavy eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them with the back of his hands.

“we’re getting food, are you hungry?” he shook his head.

“i’ll just have some of yours.” you nodded, kissing his head and telling him to make himself comfy. you went and grabbed him a blanket, coming back and laying it carefully over his sleepy body.

after your food arrived you woke peter up, letting him lay his sleepy head in your lap.

“pete, do you want some?” he lifted his head from your lap, looking at your outstretched fork and nodding. peter took a bite, you moving your fork back afterwards, peter mumbling a quiet thank you. your dad chuckled at the two of you, feeling slightly like a third wheel in his own home.

“even me and pepper aren’t this touchy.” you scoffed, shooting him an accusing look.

“you so are!” you defended, peter chuckling quietly. your dad shook his head, showing you his hand sassily.

“i’m the adult, so I automatically win.” you gasped, glaring at him.

“don’t abuse your power.”

“too late.” he laughed. peter watched the interaction with a smile, knowing you’d been missing spending time with your dad lately. the night ended with you falling asleep on peter, missing the end of the movie. after it was over he offered to clean up but your dad brushed it off, telling him to take you to bed.

peter hoisted you up into his arms, his super strength making you feel like a feather. he gently laid you in your bed, tucking you under the covers and kissing your head. watching as you shifted until you were comfortable.

“thank you, peter.” he jumped slightly, turning around to see your dad in the doorway. peter furrowed his eyebrows.

“what for?” he asked.

“taking care of my baby girl.” he patted peter’s back before leaving without another word. your hand suddenly reaching for your boyfriend.

“come cuddle.”

catching their eye from across the room

“loverboy’s staring again.” your friend nudged you, pointing over in your boyfriend’s direction. you turned your head and locked eyes with him. his big, brown, puppy dog eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

he had a goofy smile on his smile as he looked at you, ignoring ned’s attempts at trying to talk to him while he was in an almost trance.

peter’s smile was contagious, a similar one breaking out onto your face. you tried to hold back your blush, not wanting to get teased by any of your friends for being utterly smitten for peter parker.

he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, watching you admiringly from the other side of the cafeteria, a longing look of adoration in his eyes.

“peter!” ned finally called loud enough, the boy in question snapped out of his daydream and looked at his friend, initiating in conversation momentarily to find what he wanted, before turning his head and going to look back at you.

his face dropped when he noticed you were gone, a frown sneaking onto his lips as his eyes searched for you.

your arms wrapped around his neck, hands resting on his chest.

“you need to stop staring.” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear. his grin returned, turning his head to the side to see your beautiful face.

“i can’t help it, my girl’s just so pretty.” you blushed.

“your girl, huh?” peter’s eyes widened, shaking his head and stuttering out his response.

“uh, i-i didn’t-“

“peter, i’m kidding.” he rolled his eyes, moving over for you to sit next to him. ned made a quiet gagging noise, a giggle slipping past your lips as peter scolded him. you laid your head on peter’s shoulder, lacing your fingers with his underneath the lunch table.

“maybe i should stare more often if we end up like this.”

picking fuzz off their clothing

you felt his stare on your face, turning to look at him and catch him in the act of staring.

“c-can you help me?” he looked up, holding the two sections of his tie with an adorably confused face.

“c’mere.” he shuffled over, watching your face intently as you tied his neck tie for him.

“when did you learn to do this?” he asked, curiously.

“before dad and pep started dating, he could never tie his tie for all the parties and things, so i learned.” peter stared at you in awe, finding you absolutely adorable.

“you’re so cute.” you blushed slightly, finishing the knot and pecking his lips.

“you look really good.” he became his old blushing self again.

“t-thank y-you.” you grinned, checking over his blazer and picking a small piece of fluff off his shoulder. you brushed a few more of his right sleeve and gave him a soft smile.

“i think you’re all good to go.”

“it sucks that you can’t come.” you frowned, resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“i know, but you can always come back here later.” he nodded, kissing your forehead.

“are you sure i look okay?” he asked again, nervously. you rolled your eyes.

“yes, pete it’s going to be fine.” your dad was taking peter on a small mission, going undercover to try and track down some guys. peter was freaking out, wanting to impress your dad and scared he wouldn’t be able to do so.

“y/n?” you turned your head and greeted your dad with a smile, laughing at the material in his hands.

“i thought you would’ve learned by now.” he shrugged, letting you tie the silky material the same way you did for peter.

“there, all done.” he thanked you, kissing your temple and leaving the room, telling peter to follow behind.

“have fun you two.” you waved them off, watching your dad guide peter to the car. “and please don’t die.” your dad rolled his eyes and peter’s widened.

“no promises kiddo.”

“dad!” you yelled. “mr stark?” peter questioned, in sync to your yelling.

“i’m kidding, god get a sense of humour.”

sitting in the same room working on different things together in silence

you and peter always found it comfortable to just be around eachother, even when you weren’t doing anything. right now you were working on math homework, him on physics and the atmosphere was peaceful.

he was sitting in his desk chair, turned slightly so he could still see you, but so he could still work at his desk. you were laying on his bed on your stomach, head resting on your hand.

you’d occasionally lose focus and just admire your boyfriend, how his left eyebrow rebelled, how his lips moved while reading, the little dimple in between his eyebrows when he got confused.

“can feel you staring.” he lifted his head, a slight blush coating his cheeks.

“you’re just really pretty, can’t help it.” you explained like it was obvious. peter was guilty of doing the same to you, he’d watch as you worked out ridiculously hard math questions that he could never do, he watched as you’d pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you got stuck, or how you’d chew on the end of your pencil.

“c’mere, come sit with me.” he opened his arms out for you, letting you crawl into his lap on his desk chair.

“are you stuck?” he shook his head no, a sigh coming from you.

“jus’ wanted to hold you.” he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your temple and returning to his work.

the two of you stayed sitting like that for a while. you watched peter work, occasionally pressing kisses to his head that made him blush every time.

“i need to go finish my homework, pete.” he whined, nuzzling his face in your neck and tightening his grip on your waist.

“don’t leave me.”

“ ‘m not leaving you, just going over there.” he shook his head, keeping his grip on you tight.

“peter.” you whined.

“nope, not letting you go.”

teaching them how to do something

“no, like this pete.” you giggled, you were currently trying to teach peter to box, as weird as it sounds, you didn’t trust any of the other avengers to go easy on him.

“this is so hard, y/n.” he pouted. you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek.

“we’ll just keep practicing, you got this.” he nodded. peter parker was not one to give up easily, so he was definitely going to try.

you kept slowly talking him through the moves, holding up your gloved hands in front of your face.

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” you rolled your eyes.

“you won’t.”

“but what if i miss?” he asked, with the cutest puppy eyes.

“you won’t.” you reassured, quickly kissing him and moving back into position.

“do it pete.” he took the first jab and decided it wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought. this continued for a little while, occasional comments on how to better his tactics or posture to help him out.

bucky and sam had entered the training room by the time you and peter were finishing up in the ring.

“kick his ass y/n!” sam yelled, laughter bubbling in your throat.

“last one pete.” he took one final, rather strong, jab at your gloves and you cheered, congratulating him on his first proper boxing session.

“i did it.” you laughed. the boy smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

“now try it with bucky.” he looked at the scary super soldier and gulped. you laughed loudly, shoving his shoulder.

“i’m kidding, but he’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt you anyway.”

“he could crush me with one finger, y/n.” you giggled.

“now you’re sweaty, get off.” peter pouted, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“that was mean.”

“but you love me anyway.” you teased.

“yeah, i do.”

doing something for them because their hands are full

“dad please?” you begged, pouting as he tried to turn you away from the lab, telling you he wanted no pda or distractions to deal with.

peter was on your side, finding he actually worked better in your presence.

“fine, fine, but please let him work.” you nodded, grin forming on your lips as you kissed your dad’s cheek.

“thank you!” you ran into the lab and took a seat at the workbench, a little way down from peter so you wouldn’t distract him, but could still watch him work. you ignored your dad’s eye roll, he’d told you many times not to run in his lab and here you were, still doing it.

“y/n?” peter mumbled, words muffled from the screwdriver that was hanging from his mouth. you nodded, pushing yourself up and walking over to where he was seated.

tony was watching like a hawk, his protective dad instincts kicking in at seeing his baby girl so close to a boy. even if he trusted peter with his life, he was also weary about his baby getting hurt in any way.

tony felt slightly bad for thinking you’d be a distraction to peter at first, now seeing that you were a huge help to him fixing his web shooters.

you took the blue handled screwdriver out of his mouth, a ‘thank you’ coming from him.

“can you put this on for me, i can’t do it in myself.” you nodded, letting him slip the web shooter on your wrist and lay it in his lap. you admired his concentration face, the way his brows pulled tightly together in focus.

“can you pass me that other screwdriver?” you nodded, reaching over the desk and handing him the red handled one, keeping your wrist tightly secured in his hand so he could properly fix the tech.

“and, done.�� he grinned, pressing a sneaky kiss to your lips while he thought your dad wasn’t looking.

“thank you for helping me baby.”

“of course.”

grocery shopping together

“can i actually rely on you?” he asked, subtly glaring at you.

“yes dad, stop being dramatic.” you rolled your eyes, taking the list from his outstretched hand.

“i’m trusting you both, okay?” your dad asked, unsure about the grins on yours and peter’s faces. he looked between you both one more time before handing you some cash and shooing you away.

“move, come on, i don’t have all day.” you left your home with a goodbye, waving to your dad as you and peter started your journey to the grocery store.

“so, we get the stuff on his list and then leave okay, no messing around.” he pointed his finger at you accusingly.

“i won’t do anything.” you said.

“promise?”

“not sure i can.” you teased, already rushing ahead of your boyfriend in the store. he rolled his eyes at your childishness as he tried to catch up with you.

“y/n, come on.” peter felt like he was leading a child around the store, grabbing the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you into him.

“we gotta get this stuff.” he motioned to the list your dad had given you.

“live a little pete, come on, he’ll never know.” peter sighed.

“but i’ll be the one in trouble.” he pouted. you rolled your eyes and cupped his jaw.

“he loves you, don’t worry.” you wrapped your arms around him.

“can we please have fun?”

“fine.”

time had flown while you and peter were simply just enjoying yourselves, taking the groceries home to be met with a very impatient looking, tony stark.

“where have you both been?” your faces dropped, sending your dad a sheepish smile as you tried to hand him the groceries he’d asked for.

“we were getting your stuff.”

“for 3 hours?” he asked. he sighed and brushed it off.

“can i atleast have my change?” he held his hand out towards you.

“about that, uh-“ you started, only to be cut off by your angry father.

“i gave you almost a hundred dollars.”

“and we used it very wisely to, go get food.” you whispered the last part to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“what!”

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etoileholland · 4 years ago

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Please do a Peter Parker or Tom Holland (you choose which guy) imagine where the reader always feels left out by the gang and the loneliness grows until one day she can’t take it anymore and tries to hurt herself. Peter/Tom find her just in time and when both are confronted, it’s revealed that he and the rest only ignored her because of a rumor that she was just using them and it ends with feelings being confessed and a fluffy kiss as the cherry on top

🥺 let’s do this with Tom maybe, I changed it up a lil bit but I hope you still enjoy!

You always felt like a third wheel when you were out with Harrison and Tom, and an outsider when you hung out with all of the boys. They had inside jokes that went back further than you had known them for, and they were so familiar with each other that the conversations flowed so easily.

Having joined the group a month ago because you started talking to Tom, it made a lot of sense why you felt like an outsider, because you were. You figured that would happen when you began to hang out with Tom and the boys, but Tom always tried to reassure you that you would assimilate pretty quickly.

Usually it didn’t bother you when the boys went out to the pubs, or went to play golf together, but it did hurt when they decided to go to a concert together without you. What hurt even more was that it was your favourite band that was playing, and Tom knew that too, but he conveniently forgot to invite you out.

You sat on the edge of your bed, watching the multiple stories that Harry and Harrison had posted. They were screaming the lyrics, pints in hand as they swayed and danced to the music. Tom was in the background, also enjoying himself, along with Sam and Tuwaine.

The pit in your stomach grew, and a tear fell onto the screen of your phone.

Why didn’t they invite me? You thought, am I someone they don’t want around?

Those intrusive thoughts infiltrated your mind as you began to wonder if you were replaceable. Carefully getting up, you walked into your en suite bathroom and stared at the razor in your cupboard.

Your vision became clouded with tears, and in order to steady yourself, you held onto the edge of the sink. You sobbed loudly, knowing that no one was gonna hear you cry.

What you didn’t know is that Tom felt guilty about not inviting you out, so he decided to come home early to spend time with you instead. He knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. When you didn’t come to the door, he decided to open it with your spare key that you had hidden in the flowerbed. He quietly opened the door, and was just about to call out to you, until he heard a sob come from your room. He swiftly walked over to see what I was, and found you hunched over the sink.

“Love, are you okay?” He asked from the entryway.

“Yeah.” You sniffled.

“You sure? Why are you crying then?”

“Oh,” you wiped a tear away, “I was, um...it’s nothing, really.”

“Is it because we went out?” He placed a hand on your back, and began to rub circles. “I’m sorry that we didn’t invite you.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes. “I just thought you didn’t want me around.”

“That’s nonsense.” He grabbed your hand, and led you to your bed, prompting you to sit down. “I, um,” he paused for a second, “never mind.”

“What were you going to say?”

“It’s just that, Harrison heard a rumour that the only reason you’re talking to me, and hanging out with us, is because you’re just using us for our fame.”

You looked at him with a shocked expression on your face. “Where did he hear that?”

“Twitter, I think.”

“Oh.” You turned so that you were face to face with Tom. “That’s definitely not true, by the way. I like the real you, not the famous version. Does that make sense?”

Tom nodded his head, and placed his hand on top of yours. “That’s good, because I really like you too. I’m really sorry we didn’t invite you out.”

“It’s fine, but you owe me.” You joked, and Tom scooted closer to you so that your arms were touching.

“Sounds fine by me.” He said softly. He placed his right hand on your cheek, and began to lean in so that his face was a few inches from yours.

“May I?” He asked quietly, smiling when you gave him a quick nod. He leaned it to meet your lips softly, and gently placed his lips on yours.

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pugh-bug · 4 years ago

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Scott Lang x reader

Chapter 2

I apologise this is a long chapter but domesticated Avengers makes me happy. If you’re reading this it’s meant to be a slow burnnn so enjoy the burning, the Tony x reader friendship and Thor being domesticated. If you like unsmashed lamps this chapter may be hard for you to read I’m sorry.

Warnings: none. unless you count archers breaking things.

You opened your weary eyes but everything was still black. Something warm was brushing against your face. You were warm... and in bed. ‘Please tell me I’m in my own bed.’ Without moving your splitting head you had no idea who could hear you until the unmistakable voice of Thor replied ‘It’s your own.’ He sounded amused. Somehow you felt well rested and more tired than you’d felt since Scott kept you up all night showing you card tricks, all at the same time. Although out of all the occupants in Stark Tower, Parker tired you out the most. The child. He was lucky you liked him.

Groaning you rolled over and face dived into your pillow clenching your eyes closed. Of course it was your bed. No one else’s smelt this good. Unless you’d gone nose blind as that weird advert went. ‘What day is it?’ You felt ridiculous asking but wasn’t this how you were supposed to behave? Youth? because Peter was in the minority being so morally well adjusted.

‘Sunday.’ That voice woke you up. ‘Y/N we can leave if you really want to sleep for another hundred years,’ you finally opened your eyes to see a much happier Scott smiling at you. Next to him was a smiling Thor glancing outside at the blue sky like a bird and a Peter looking apprehensive. You weren’t sure what as wrong with him he didn’t have the worst hangover of all time.

‘Come on get up,’ Scott spoke to you like you were five which just made you scowl... like a five year old. Looking mockingly scared Scott raised his hands up in ‘defeat’. ‘Okay don’t get up. I’ll just eat all the delicious pancakes Thor made myself.’

Thor snapped out of his bird watching trance to grunt before nodding ‘Yes. I’m afraid they are delicious.’ What did you do to deserve such generosity? And how could you resist pancakes? Oh but bed or pancakes?

‘These are amazing!’ You exclaimed (you had chosen pancakes). Thor grinned at your compliment as you ate like a rabid dog. Scott closed all the kitchen cupboards - he was such a dad sometimes - before leaning on the worktop facing you. ‘I’m glad you like them ,’ Thor remarked before finishing his breakfast and going to presumably get a shower leaving you with your favourite ant and third wheeling spider.

‘S- so I have an assignment due next month which is gonna take forever but Mr Stark-‘ as Peter launched himself into a long winded story about homework Scott caught your eye and smirked. You felt as if you were speaking in code. He watched you listen to your friends tangled tale with as much enthusiasm as you could muster despite your hangover. It seemed to amuse him.

‘And I was thinking who do I know that knows a lot about this sort of stuff? Y/N but I didn’t know how to ask y-‘

Scott gave you his best: can-you-believe-this-shit look and chuckled quietly keeping his eyes on yours. You smiled back but tried not to laugh - not wanting to upset Peter. Scott wasn’t as used to him as you were. He must have felt ancient beside someone as young and sprightly as the kid because even you felt middle aged in comparison. Luckily Peter had the attention span of a little child so before Scott could even try and think about asking him to leave he was off. Where? Chasing butterflies and doing something you did not need to know about.

You swallowed your words before they came out once Peter had left you and Scott alone. He was washing up and you weren’t even bothering to offer to do it instead. The hangover brain was strong and you didn’t even remember drinking never mind being pissed. Just as you watched him wash the final plate Scott turned to look at you. ‘You don’t even remember what you did last night do you?’

Oh fuck. Shit. What did you do? What could you have done? How could Scott tell you didn’t know? Was he turning into a psychic because of the quantum realm? It wouldn’t surprise you. Less and less shit did since moving to Stark Tower.

‘No. How can you tell? Have you absorbed Charles Xavier’s powers?’ Thank god the panic didn’t show in your voice for a change because otherwise all those oscar worthy performances you gave in the shower would have been a waste of time. Scott’s face pulled into a smug smile as he sat down at the breakfast table you hadn’t left.

‘Oh poor Y/N,’ he pulled a mocking sad face and used his creepy high pitched voice you hated. ‘Is someone confused?’ He was revelling in having the upper hand for a change.

‘Funny. You’re funny. Now tell me what I did or didn’t do last night before I throw this plate at you.’ You both knew you would never throw a plate at his cute face. It wouldn’t be worth the lecture of Steve on manners either. Steve. What could he possibly teach you about manners - they were fucking impeccable?

‘That’s not asking nicely.’

Your stomach contracted slightly as you could almost visualise the two pathways the conversation could lead to. His eyes were burning into yours with a new intensity you’d never seen in Scott before. It made your mouth dry and you cheeks burn up slightly. You felt like you’d been shoved into an oven without warning.

‘Fine,’ he refused to break eye contact with you and it was infuriating in a way. You willed him to stop as if he could in fact mind read. ‘Please just tell me what happened.’ Normally you only took this tone with Tony, you couldn’t help but wonder if in a weird way it meant you were getting closer to Scott. Atleast more comfortable. That would help you make less of a spectacle of yourself on a daily basis (not that that wasn’t fun but- ).

He told you that it wasn’t as bad as everyone was making out but you had decided to play beer pong with Thor and lost. Badly. You’d apparently cried when Clint said he didn’t want to play just dance and stormed off like a grumpy toddler who couldn’t get her own way.

‘Jeez,’

‘I know. You’re classy.’

‘I can be classy!’

Scott snorted at your outrage, downing the last of his orange juice while you sat in mock disbelief. ‘I’ll believe that when I see it.’ Okay noted. Scott didn’t think ripped fishnets were classy. Interesting. His ex wife was classy - ah let’s not open that door.

‘I didn’t throw up did I?’ You finally asked the burning question every hungover Gen Z member had to ask. He ran his hands through his dark hair but you refused to let your eyes linger for too long. ‘No you didn’t.’ This was followed by a cat like stretch he seemed to revel in performing. You heard the bones in his wrists crack and narrowed your eyes at him because you couldn’t think of what else to say. He didn’t seem interested in speaking either, he was blank. Fuck it. You knew when to let a conversation end.

‘I’m gonna shower.’ and as you left Scott alone in the kitchen to find the bathroom empty you smiled: if Scott had been 18 he would have said ‘without me?’ and thank god he wasn’t. You liked your older men immature in some ways (the fun ways) but pick me boys you could not abide. Scott was certainly not one.

After you’d sucked any joy out of showering dry by obsessing over how sad Scott may or may not be about his ex wife (or if he wanted advice) you dried yourself. You were 18 what advice could you have for the man? Middle aged men did seem to come to you for advice despite your own doubts and lack of experience. When Steve had been left out of a mission because of another fight with Bucky you practically became his mother consoling the drama queen. Tony called it ‘hilarious’ but you had a different word for the experience. That being said you wouldn’t mind listening to all of Scott’s problems on a loop on a fucking tape but bias is bias.

The walk to Tony’s obnoxiously large living room was short from the bathroom. The sound of the cold tile against your bare feet was all you could hear for a moment before the sound of-

‘Shit. Shit!’

Clint.

You entered the crime scene cold and confused, your wet hair was dripping cold down your back making you shiver. Stood in front of the tv flaming at the nostrils was a pissed off yet guilt ridden Clint Barton looking down at his handiwork. Lay on the floor was the lamp you’d bought Tony for his birthday. Smashed.

Nat was scowling at the archer lecturing him on how to carry things like a cross teacher. Wanda, Vision, Bucky and Steve were less concerned. You weren’t concerned at all it was a fucking £10 lamp. ‘Nat it’s fine it was an accident it’s just a lamp.’ You interrupted her scolding which gained you a sympathetic smile from Clint. His eyes said thank you. Nat did not seem convinced but swallowed her pride and calmed down anyway.

You scanned the room until your eyes met Scott, which you knew you needed to stop doing so often. There they were. Pointing back at you : a mixture of humour and the sadness you couldn’t stop noticing even if no one else did. You caved first and smiled at him. It was impossible not to.

‘Are we forgetting he’s a millionaire?’ Scott laughed at his own comment.

‘Excuse me, billionaire.’ Tony revelled in correcting people on how much money he had. How many cars he owned was a fun one too or how many times he’d redesigned everything in the house because he was ‘bored.’ Nat rolled her eyes in your direction which you quickly returned.

‘Really? Billionaire?’ Scott couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His voice was so high and his eyes were so wide you just grinned at his adorable face. Bless him. He knew nothing about Tony’s empire. What no one wanted was Scott’s lack of knowledge to end in a long speech from the billionaire about his life story. No one would stay for that.

‘I bought you churros. You said I had to pay for everyone’s.’ Scott sounded as if he could cry, so naturally everyone laughed. Even Vision. You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him laugh before, it was so sweet. ‘Well I’m sure you’ll survive.’ Tony’s signature eyebrow raise was code for I’m-better-than-you.

Once everyone got up to get drinks and choose a film Scott snaked his arm onto your shoulder startling you. Everyone was on the other side of the room and no one was looking. There was a chance Tony was to see if you made a fool of yourself but you could live with that. ‘You jump so easily,’ he was not wrong. Everything startled you. ‘Did you know how much money Tony made?’

His hand left your shoulder, making you fight the urge to sigh in disappointment from the lack of touch. He sounded genuinely curious. Why he was fixating on Tony’s money you did not know. He didn’t steal anymore.

‘Everyone does. Why are you so interested? Are you planning a heist?’

Scott’s face changed. He was stood so close to you if either one of you moved there’d be no space to breathe. You wondered if he would ever fucking notice your ‘little crush’ on him or if it would continue like this forever. Would that be so bad? No. It would make more sense.

‘If I was you could be my accomplice.’ He sounded so confident. Of course it was a joke but still .. you? A criminal?

‘Hmm ... I think Nat would be a better choice.’ He smiled down at you as his hand found its way back to your shoulder. His touch, even in a non sexual way, made you feel like putty.

‘Sure she can come too. You’d be better company though, she’s a bit scary.’ You both laughed and then he was back to the sofa with the others. It took you a moment of standing around like an idiot taking Scott’s words in before you could join them.

Better company. Better company. Better company that a Russian assassin? Did that really mean much?

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be-the-spark-flyboy · 5 years ago

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Horror Night

Call It What You Want (1/?)

Series Masterlist

Summary: College AU where you meet Poe for the first time and you find out he isnt a fan of horror movies.

Pairing: Poe x Reader

A/N: I literally tried watch clips from the nun at 3am trying to reference scenes for this then gave up cos Valak is the scariest shit ive ever seen in my life istg

Warning: swearing, fluff

Word count: ~1.5k

Autumn nights weren’t exactly your favourite, especially when you are not going to spend it curled up in your bed with a mug of tea, reading your favourite book. Yet here you were on a friday night, in a movie theatre. Rey stands beside you, an arm hooked around yours, chatting away about her day as the two of you wait your turn in the line.

You know Rey chose a horror movie for you, just so she could convince you to third wheel her and Finn. You didn’t mind them though. They were a sweet couple, not the type to be too absorbed in each other and totally ignore your presence. And you loved them both way too much to deny them anything.

“Oh! And Finn’s bringing a friend too, so we need to get four tickets,” Rey tells you.

“Great! Now I have to socialize?” Rey just rolls her eyes at you. It wasn’t exactly her fault that you weren’t feeling so chirpy at the time. Okay, maybe a little bit. She had been the one to drag you all the way here after a long day of lectures and presentations, not even letting you stop by your dorm to change into something more comfy. You are a little overdressed for going to the movies but you wouldn’t have minded your outfit too much if it wasn’t for the demon spawn heels, murdering your feet.

Now that your fantasy of curling up in the theater seat with a popcorn bucket, all to yourself and tuning out everyone else was crushed, your mood considerable darkened.

“Hey, come on. Poe’s a nice guy, you’ll like him.” Rey tries to convince you. Oh well, looks you were finally going to meet the Poe Dameron. The guy who Finn just can’t stop gushing about in the few months you’ve known him. At least you’ll be able to put a face to the name after today.

The two of you settle on a couch just outside the screening room with your snacks and tickets, waiting for the boys who are now running late. Traffic, apparently. Rey shifts the popcorn further from your reach when you try to swipe some from her.

“We need some left for when we’re watching the movie,” she chides, knowing how fast you can munch through your snacks.

“Are they always this late?” You whine, dramatically flinging yourself back into the couch. Rey chuckles at your antics, so used to them by now.

You hear Finn’s laughter before you see him. And who he’s with.

Oh shit.

Now you were sure the universe hated you. It just so happened to be that Finn’s best friend was the hot stranger you had managed to thoroughly embarrass yourself in front of, barely a week ago. Sleep deprived you, had lost your footing, clumsily tumbling down half a flight of stairs. Luckily, you had escaped with just a few bruises. Unluckily, you had an audience the entire time. You were on the floor when that gorgeous face came into view, asking you if you were alright and you had stuttered and stumbled over your words, face going red with embarrassment.

Before you could consider running away and hiding somewhere, his gaze falls on you, eyes widening in recognition. Oh well, too late. Much to your dismay, the first words out of his mouth were, “You’re that girl from the stairs!”.

Finn catches on quickly, “That was you?” and doubles over laughing at your expense while his friend gives you an apologetic smile. A smile that made his big brown eyes crinkle at the corners, making you fight to keep your cool because how the hell can someone be so hot and so cute at the same goddamn time? Unaware of your inner turmoil, he introduces himself to you.

“Sorry, I’m Poe Dameron,” you give him your name in return, trying not to cringe at the whole exchange.

And Rey. She greets Poe, then just watches you, smirking like she knew something you didn’t. When you told her about the incident, you may or may not have referred to Poe as a fallen angel, and literally Adonis. And professed your desire to, quote, pull on those luscious dark curls. So she had witnessed you thirsting over her boyfriend’s best friend. Great. The only consolation was that Finn didn’t know about that, or at least you hope he didn’t.

Finn finally collects himself, and Rey passes the ticket around, announcing that you were going to be late if you stood around any longer. You don’t miss the way Poe frowns at the ticket and whispers a “Oh,”. Before you can ask him if everything was alright, Rey links arms with you, as she drags along to the screening room.

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Poe is sitting beside you and he is tense. He had already shifted in his seat at least thrice in the first five minutes of the movie.

By the time the four of you had walked into the movie theater, the lights were already dimmed and you had stumbled along in the dark after Finn trying to find your seats. And by the time you were seated, you realised you were sandwiched between Finn and Poe, and since Fin had turned all of his attention on Rey, you were left alone with Poe.

He had apologized for the whole debacle outside and you assured him it wasn’t a problem. That wasn’t the first time Finn had made fun of you for something anyways. The two of you made small talk before the movie started and turned you attention to the screen when it began. Poe, however, had gone rigid.

He was clearly not having fun. You feel sorry for him everytime he jolts at every jump scare. You feel him lean towards you under the pretense of resting his arm on the arm rest between your seats, his wide eyes never leaving the screen. You press your lips together, trying not to laugh out loud because you are paying more attention to his reactions to the movie than to the movie itself, popcorn laying forgotten between you both.

“You okay there?” He coughs to cover up the audible gasp that leaves his lips at your sudden interruption.

“Um ya, great!”

“Not a fan of horror?”

“That obvious huh?” His bashful smile makes your heart flutter. Before you could second guess yourself, you shift the popcorn bucket to your other hand and hook an arm around his on the arm rest. The weight of his shoulders pressing against yours and his body radiating warmth immediately feels like a safety blanket over you and you hope he feels the same way.

“Does this help?” You pray you aren’t making him uncomfortable as you look up at him and your doubts melt away at the soft smile on his face, his posture considerably more relaxed.

Then he completely catches off guard as he laces his fingers with yours, warm skin brushing over your, the few callouses between his fingers, a contrast to the smoothness of him palms. You’re suddenly so thankful for the long sleeves of your blouse, hiding the goosebumps now rising all over your arm.

“Yeah,” he watches you carefully for any sign that you may not be comfortable, “This helps,” you give him a reassuring smile, despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You can still almost feel the shivers running down his spine whenever Valak shows up on the screen. His grip on your hand is tight but not uncomfortable. Poor Poe was trying so hard to keep it together.

You can tell Poe is not the kind of person to shy away from physical contact from how he didn’t hesitate to take your hand. Or maybe he was just that scared. Regardless, you lean you head against his shoulder, your other hand on his bicep, hoping you weren’t making him uncomfortable or being too touchy. But your doubts evaporate when he leans his head against yours, relaxing further into your touch.

You cannot really process that you were having such a soft, almost intimate moment with the guy you’ve exchanged barely a few words with. It completely ruins the adrenaline rush you were craving from the movie, but you feel way too comfortable to care. Your whole body feels tingly for an entirely different reason. You hadn’t felt like this since-

Now wasn’t the time to think about that. For now, you were busy thinking about how Poe was making your heart skip beats.

—-

Finn’s eyes are glued to the screen, and he has an arm around Rey. He hadn’t watched horror in sometime and is thoroughly enjoying himself and so was Rey. He wonders if Poe would like it.

Oh wait.

He brought Poe to a horror movie. He must be the worst friend in the galaxy, god. Poe hates horror.

“Oh shit,” he turns around to see how he was doing. Then turns back around snickering.

“What’s wrong,” Rey asks, confused with his reaction.

“Oh nothing, I forgot Poe hates horror. But it’s okay, he seems pretty cozy though,”

Rey leans forward to see what Finn was talking about and her eyes widen at the sight of you and Poe almost cuddling each other, your fingers interlocked, leaning on each other. You two did look really cozy. She leans back, jaw slack.

“Cute, right?” Finn asks, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh we might’ve done something,” the cogs in her head turns as she grins back at Finn.

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imaginesmai · 5 years ago

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Peter Parker - See the light (9)

Peter is getting his shit together! Watch out, this is coming to an end!

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Sixth part

Seventh part

Eighth part

Plot: after Peter’s ‘betrayal, everything goes back to normal. Or so you thought, because you’re about to discover something that might change your life. Meanwhile, Peter is trying to find his way back to you.

After what felt like forever, you were forced to stop. Your hair, that had been still on the long braid, had reached its destiny; it had caught something sharp, and you were pulled back with such a strength that you hit your elbows on the ground.

You found yourself hanging from the air, crying as you tried to pull it free. It was pretty well tangled, and the tears were only making it more difficult to solve. If Peter was there, he could have helped you. If Peter was there, he would have saved you from those men for the second time. But the boy was sailing away on a boat, and you were starting to hyperventilate.

“No, please” you muttered in desperation. “Come on, come one!”

The sudden sounds of grunting and shouting had you pausing, and then turning the corner came your mother. Cape flapping behind her as she ran towards you, hair wild and eyes worried. You caught yourself from crying harder.

“Treasure” your mother called, closing in on you. “Oh, my Y/N”

“Mother” you breathed out. It sounded just as sad as when you had been sick back on your childhood, and had called your mother ‘mommy’; although that time you didn’t get a slap. The hair had fallen free finally, and you crawled to meet her.

“Thank god” she pulled you in her arms, hugging tightly. “I was so worried. I saw them try and grab you, and I was so, so scared, treasure. Oh…. Are you alright?”

You pulled back, and your mother took your face in her hands, wiping at the falling tears. It all finally hit you; Peter had left. Peter had taken the satchel with him and had left you to some strangers. You had trusted him with the secret of your magic hair, and he had sold you like a piece of meat. You cried harder when you thought about how he had kissed you, and pulled your close and had offered you a chance out.

“You were right” you gripped her dress in your closed fists. “Everything – you were right, mother.”

“Of course I was, Y/N” your mother sighed. “Now, come one. Let’s go before they wake up”

“I’m sorry, mother. I-I, I really am.”

Your mother smiled tightly. Since the last time you had seen her, something had changed on her eyes. They were harder, colder; more hateful. But you didn’t notice, because you were too busy dying from heartbreak.

She helped you up, and looked back while you walked gripping her arm. On the ground, stood the two brothers that had been an essential part of her plan. Without them knocking out the boy or threatening him with you, she would have never gotten you back. She didn’t regret telling them about your hair; they wouldn’t see you again, no one would.

After all, your little adventure had been good for her. Now, no one could take you away from the tower.

Sounds returned first, then light. Peter groaned as his head throbbed, and then he tried to rub his temple, where a bruise was probably forming; but his hands wouldn’t move. In a spike of panic, he pried his eyes open to see that he was standing on a small ship, tied to the pole and with his hands bounded to the wheel.

“What?” Peter asked himself, his voice groggy.

He tried to pull his hands free, but his movements were lethargic, and he could feel his skin being rubbed raw from the ropes. Peter had always being an anxious boy, and as a kid he had had a lot of panic attacks; he could recognize the signs of one. Trying to avoid it, he tried to search for something familiar. He was inching closer and closer to the kingdom. He knew the shore, he knew the guards that were waiting for him, he knew his heart hammering in his hears¸ he knew the satchel.

He knew the satchel.

The boat bumped against the docks as it reached land, and the noise alerted the guards.

“He has the crown!” a deep voice shouted.

The shouting that rose up caused Peter head to swim, and he suddenly remembered how he got into the whole mess in the first place.

“No” he muttered, his body finally giving in to the rope’s restrictions. “No no no no no, Y/N – Darling! Y/N!”

The guards boarded his ship and someone grabbed his arm. Peter couldn’t care, he couldn’t care about any of them because you had been left on that island with those murderers, those rapists, and he was on land. He was too far. He struggled against the grip, still looking back to the other shore.

“No, no! We need – I need – Y/N! Y/N!” Peter screamed, shouted and kicked. “Please, guys, we need – I have to help her. Y/N!”

“And… that’s it” she pulled the last flower from your hair and a wavy strand fell into your face. “The last of it, finally”

Gothel slipped off the bed and made it for the door before she stopped. Your eyes stayed trained on your lap, one of the flowers resting between your hands. It was purple too, the colour you had learned to hate in the last hours. Purple, the colour of happiness. Purple, the colour of the things you couldn’t have.

“Treasure” she said, sounding genuine. “I really did try to warn you. Tell you about what was really out there. The world is dark, and cruel, and mean. If it finds the slightest ray of sunlight, it destroys it”

The biting tone in those last few words made you wince, and your mother ignored her daughters’ actions.

“Now, wash up” Gothel said, seeming to switch into a whole new personality. “I’m making supper. I bought some things to make your favourite. Don’t be too long!”

She waltzed from the room, taking the staircase down in stride and leaving you in silence. You sighed and fell back onto your bed, the flower falling to the ground. It was then crushed, the petals destroyed and it’s middle reduced to nothing. Instead, you searched in your pocket for the little flag Peter had given you.

You didn’t want to look at it, but it was your only gift from the city. You had loved your time there, and if you could, you weren’t sure if you would decline the offer of going back. The life, the laughs, the sun; those were things you could only dream about in the tower you were locked in.

You blinked up at the ceiling. Millions upon millions of painted stars stared back at you – each one slightly faded and cracked with the tower’s plaster. You had painted those when you were a child, sneaking up on your mother to use the ladder. You wondered what Peter would have said about them. He had proved to be a huge nerd of astronomy and the universe; you smiled sadly.

Downstairs in the kitchen, you could hear the pots and spoons clanking as Gothel prepared dinner. You allowed yourself to start to tune out all the noise, just focusing on the ceiling above. Besides starts, there were random forms too. Some of them you had remembered since you were a kid, drawing them everywhere behind your mother’s back. She had destroyed everything, but you had managed to sneak some in the drawing of the ceiling.

After a little bit more of staring, you noticed.

One of the shapes of the ceiling was awfully familiar. A golden sun, with multiple curved rays that you had seen somewhere. As if your body knew what you were looking for, your hand clenched the flag. You raised it up to your line of vision, and checked how every detail matched with the one in the ceiling.

That was the sun of the missing princess.

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Peter hated how the cuffs felt on his wrist. They were rough, dusted and he was sure they were stained with blood. He had always preferred rope, if he was to choose. But that day, as the guards entered into his cell and chained him, he couldn’t bring himself to protest. He was quiet as the guards pushed him to his feet, stumbling and almost hitting the ground.

They had fun, for a while. They pushed him around, tightened the cuffs more than necessary and held his arms with too much force. Peter felt as if they were going to pull something apart. There was a blonde one, that seemed to hate him the most; he gripped his hair and made him kneel and kicked him a few times. They laughed, but Peter didn’t talk.

All he could think about, was how scared you would be. He had left you, and the guilt was drowning him; worse than when they died.

Peter was dragged through an endless corridor, and he knew he was going to die. That was what happened to criminals like him, and the proof was all the people he passed by as he walked, or was dragged. Murderers, rapists, thieves, ruffians… and him, which only crime was to let the girl he loved away.

He had his eyes down on his feet, his old and dirty boots that would carry a corpse in some hours, or minutes. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, and with his last strength, he lifted his eyes. Something flashed in his peripheral, and he allowed his eyes to drift to the left, finding the brothers watching him being pulled across the cobble.

Fury, rage and emotions that he had never felt coursed through him as easily as blood, and he planted his boots on the ground. With a grunt, he elbowed the guard on his left in the gut and the man tumbled to the ground. The second tried to tackled him, but Peter body checked him violently, and the guy fell.

Peter took his opportunity.

He lunged towards the cell, grabbing by the crook of his shirt the one with the patch and pulling him against the bars. His eyes must have screamed everything Peter felt, because for the first time both brothers looked scared and hopeless.

“How did you know about her?!” Peter shouted, almost lifting the man from the ground. “How did you know about the girl?!”

“She – she told us about her!” he shirked back, looking for help in his brother; who was hiding in the back of the cell. “Her – her mother! S-she told us about the hair!”

“Her mother – what?” Peter’s grip loosens a bit.

“She promised us the crown! A-and to have you!”

Two sets of hands were suddenly back on him, and they pulled him down the hallway once more. Peter tried with all his might to go back, tears pricking at the back of his eyes as rushed thoughts ran through his mind.

“No, wait!” Peter cried out. The brothers had moved to the corner of the cell, and looked at him with wide eyes. “She’s – she’s in danger! Her mother is dangerous – wait, stop!”

Peter grunted and struggled, trying to break free; but the guards were having none of it anymore. So, when the captain stopped in front of him and both guards halted, Peter almost toppled to the ground. His panic, his anxiety and fear were raising to the roof; how could he help you if he was as trapped as you? He started to think in all the things your mother would do once your in her grasp, and he wasn’t even sure you were alive anymore.

His chest started to convulse and it felt like the whole building had fell on top of him. The struggling weakened until it was just a chant of please to let him help you. Before the guards could smack him unconscious, the captain gave a hard open palm to the door. He looked angry, annoyed, and Peter realized the only thing he could hear was his beating heart.

“… the password?” Peter saw a small slot sliding open, and thought that he recognized the eyes. “I can’t let you inside if you don’t tell me the password”

“Open up right now!” The captain screamed, pounding the door. Something similar to relief ran down Peter’s spine when he recognized the eyes from the man who helped you scape from the tavern.

“The password first”

“What are you talking about?”

“Not it” the man made a tsk noise, and Peter almost smiled. He let himself relax against the guards grip.

“Open the door!”

“Are you even trying?”

“Look, I’m going to give you to the count of three” the captain glowed, and got in a defensive stance.

Suddenly, the eyes on the slot turned wide, comically, and there were some laughs behind the door.

“Oh, watch out”

Before the captain could react, a wrench was coming down over his head, and the man crumpled like paper. The guards, after watching the big, scary man that collect unicorns from the tavern, started trembling. They only lasted two more seconds before bolting out in the opposite direction. Peter finally smiled happy, and watched as his cuffs were unmade.

He nodded quickly to the man who had unmade them, and smiled gratefully to the rest. Now, he had a princess to save.

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heywardsarchive · 4 years ago

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Track #1. Heartbreak weather✨ Listen to it here (watch the mv it's so frikin adorable)

Peter Parker x reader (unnamed female)

Warnings: very floofy, angst if you squint, brief mentions of death. I guess that's it...

Special thanks to @im-a-writer-right for beta reading this🥺

Word count: 1.3k + words

Let's go!

Peter Parker's life wasn't all fun and games. He felt pain. Lots of it. Losing his parents at a young age and then his uncle and then his mentor. His heart had broken too many times. He didn't he could take more pain after that. But alas, luck wasn't on the side of sweet Peter Parker. Peter felt that his heart was beyond healing. He put up a smile on his face everyday but was shattered internally. He kept a brave face for his aunt. For Ned.

Peter stopped believing in love after that. He'd seen too much suffering on those who loved. That was until he met her. She was different. It was like she radiated joy and happiness just with a simple smile. Their meeting had been purely co incidental. He was at a pub with ned and Betty to celebrate the ending of college. He drank from his glass watching everyone around him dance around with joy. Everyone but him. Then he saw her. The golden girl. The ball of sunshine. She was with her friends dancing to the music. She laughed and threw her head back in joy. He was mesmerized by her. She noticed him staring and smiled. She walked over to him. "dance with me." He refused at first but after a pout from the girl he gave in.

I swear there was lightning coming from your eyes

Starting a fire in a hotel room

And yeah we were dancing, dancing to Bruno

And I couldn't turn away from you

She smiled brightly and pulled Peter onto the dance floor. She cheered at the sound of her favourite song. She danced for hours with Peter. He smiled. A true, happy smile. One he had never had in a long time. She made him feel happy although he had just met her. She made Peter dance till he laughed and felt free again. He looked at her once more and thought, I've never felt this way in a while.

Yeah I saw you smiling, breaking the silence

Telling me just what you want

There in the moment, I was reminded

I haven't felt this way in a while

The night ended with them exchanging numbers. She kissed his cheek and walked left. Peter started at the golden girl walk away. He could swear there were sparks flying when she smiled.

He went home with a smile and messaged her. She replied immediately. They spent the rest of the night chatting. Peter was starting to believe in love again.

Blinded by the sparks

We were driving around in the dark

Finding reasons to stay where we are

The second time Peter met her was when he was wandering late at night around a park where he saw her sitting on a bench looking at the stars. He sat down next to her and her lips upturned in a soft smile. She held his hand and pointed out the constellations in the sky. He couldn't take his off of her. She shone brighter than any star in the sky.

He stood up and offered to drop her home. They sat together in his car and drove around the dark streets. It was silent but calming. They exchanged a few words and enjoyed eachothers presence. They reached her house and she got off. She placed a kiss on his cheek and was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pressed his lips to hers. They pulled away and she blushed. "I really like you." He said softly. "I really like you too." She whispered close to his ear. She pressed one more kiss to his lips and walked to her door. Peter couldn't stop smiling that night.

All of my life I've been sleep-walk living

Running around the same bars I've been in

It can be so lonely in this city

But it feels different when you're with me

All of my life, it's been heartbreak weather

Thinking to myself it won't get better

It can be so lonely in this city

But it feels different when you're with me

Most of Peter's life had been filled with tragedies and heartache. He never felt such happiness before. All his life he'd been living in an endless loop. Getting up, working, eating and sleeping. He spent all his time running around the city alone, or third wheeling Ned and Betty, watching other couples in love. He never let himself love, until now. He drowned himself in drinks to forget. He never thought he'd get better, he'd be lonely living alone in a small apartment. But all that changed because of her.

Yeah, it was magic, you were a vision

Watching the way your body moves

Taking your clothes off, you look in the mirror

Telling me just what you want, and I

He took her out on dates and spent his evenings with her. Aunt may noticed a change in his behaviour. He was smiling. Happy, free,After so long.

One time they went on a road trip together. Shared their deepest secrets. She promised to stay by his side forever. She hugged him and fell asleep. There with her in his arms he felt loved. He felt safe.

Was blinded by the sparks

I was holding you close in the dark

Finding reasons to stay where we are

He occasionally had flashbacks of the loss of his mentor. He cried and she held him in her arms. She soothed him with soft words and loving words. Everytime Peter lost himself to the darkness, she was there to hold him and pull him back out. Then he knew that she would be by his side forever. He understood why people loved. It was worth it.

All of my life I've been sleep-walk living

Running around the same bars I've been in

It can be so lonely in this city

But it feels different when you're with me

All of my life, it's been heartbreak weather

Thinking to myself it won't get better

It can be so lonely in this city

But it feels different when you're with me

All his life Peter ran away from love but, now he didn't want to run. He moved from one bar to another trying to forget. Now he didn't need to. He had everything he ever wanted. All his life he hated the thought of loving. Now all he wanted was his one love to spend the rest of his life with her. He embraced love rather than pushing it away. Peter was happy. She made him happy.

You, that's what I've been missing

Was tangled up and twisted

Now all the clouds been lifted

Lately, my heart's been so empty

You, that's what I've been missing

Was tangled up and twisted

Now all the clouds been lifted

Lately, my heart's been so empty

He figured out that his heart had been aching because it yearned to hold someone in it. It desired to be loved and to love. All of Peter's thoughts had vanished when she entered his life. His walls had lifted. The clouds that blocked the warmth had disappeared. Her heart had been entwined with his and fulfilled it's desire. She saved him.

But it feels different when you're with me

It feels different when you're with me

She made feel wanted. It felt so good to feel that way. He visited the graves of his parents and father figures. It had been a while since he had. She stood back and waited. He smiled at her and told them about her. How he was finally happy. He, for the first time looked at their graves with a smile rather than guilt.

All of my life it's been heartbreak weather

Thinking to myself it won't get better

It can be so lonely in this city

But it feels different when you're with me

She changed him for the better. Peter didn't know what he would do without her. He thought he would drown, but she came like a breath of fresh air and pulled him out of the water and gave him a new life. He felt different, loved around her.

It feels different when you're with me

She was the one he loved.

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lovelyparkers · 4 years ago

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birthday boy

peter x female reader

summary: it's peter's bday and ur his fav gift

warnings: fluff, a lil suggestive😳

august 10

peter parker's birthday. a day that you would never forget. you and peter had been together for almost two years and you loved that boy so so much. but it was possible he loved you more. that being, when you showed up to his apartment early in the morning to surprise him for his birthday, he was awestruck.

"y/n what are you doing here!?" he cheerfully helped rubbing his tired eyes. may had just woke him up to get the door.

"it's your birthday pretty boy! i came to surprise you," you said pulling him into a hug.

you took up the habit of calling peter pretty boy around one and a half years ago by accident. but that's a story for another time. it always made him blush like no tomorrow.

so when you continued hugging peter, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hiding his intense blush. he wanted to get you back for that, even though he secretly loved it. he tilted his head to kiss your neck just under your ear which always got you going.

you gasped, "peter stop!"

he chuckled which made you chuckle, "noooo, i love you y/n."

"i love you too."

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and that's how you two ended up sitting on peter's messy bed making out. you kept trying to pull away to give him your present you put lots of thought into, but peter kept his hands firmly placed on you cheek and neck. luckily when he pulled away for a millisecond to get some air you had your chance.

"no y/n get back here!"

"wait i have a present for you! you're gonna a love it. i hope."

"i thought you were my present," he wiggles his eyebrows very dorkily, "if ya know what i mean."

you rolled your eyes at the pretty boy, "just open it petey."

you handed him the gift bag and he opened very quickly. it was a photo album comprised of many, many, photos of the two of you, as well as photos with his friends and may. on the cover page was a picture of you kissing his cheek while he scrunched up his cute little freckled face before junior prom. may had taken it and thought it was the cutest thing on planet earth. peter smiled so big, he loved it, he loved you.

"i know it's kinda cliché but i really love you and it took a while and i thought you would like it because you love photography and photos in general, and i also got you some other stuff so—"

"y/n," he cut you off, "i love it. so so much. you're amazing." he smiled at you, his dimples evident and the morning sunshine glowing on his face from the window. you smiled back, happy he liked it.

"oh and there's a surprise picture at the end that i debates but knowing you, you would want it."

he smirked at you, excited to see this surprise picture. he flipped to the end of the book to see a huge 9x11 picture of you sitting on peter's lap facing him with you two just looking at each other all in love.

he smiled even bigger, "how did you get this? this is so cute, you're so cute."

you laughed, "ned took it that one time during our 'study' group which was just him third wheeling."

"ah i remember. i love when you sit on my lap," he smirked again. this cheeky boy...

you laughed and covered your face with your hands, all embarrassed.

"c'mere cutie, don't be shyyyyy," peter whispered.

you walked over to your boyfriend, placing your hands on his shoulders before straddling his waist and sitting on his lap.

"mmm i love you so much y/n. thank you."

"i love you more, you're welcome!"

he kissed you very softly now and smiled into the kiss, you smiled too.

this seemingly soft kissed quickly turned heated. your hands played with the small curls on the back of peter's neck while his roamed around your back and waist. you pulled away from his lips and started kissing all of his freckles on his cheek. though he pouted because he loved your lips, it gave him the opportunity to whisper in your ear,

"...you're my favourite present."

and then he pulled your face back to his to kiss you, this time more deeply and lovingly. eventually this again cheeky boy decided to slip in some tongue, nothing you hadn't done before of course.

"mm happy birthday pretty boy," you tried to mutter in the kiss.

and peter was determined to finish what you two had started earlier. let's just say he had a great birthday.

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iamallyetnotatall · 5 years ago

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SpideyPoolBingo2020 Square: Sewing MCUKinkBingo Square: Trope: Found Family @mcukinkbingo

Pairing: Spideypool Title: Happy Father’s Day Summary: It’s almost father’s day and Ellie wants to make a gift for her dad. Her father’s boyfriend Peter is to the rescue. Warnings: None Words: 3,908

AO3 or Keep Reading

"Peter!" Ellie runs into the living room and stops abruptly in front of his seated form, her socks slip on the wood tiles and she has to hold her arms out to keep herself steady.

"... Yeah?" He slowly lowers the top of his laptop to give her his attention.

"I need your help."

Peter, in his completely unbiased opinion, would tell anyone that Ellie is the most adorable child in the world. Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout, her frizzy hair is in a messy ponytail-like monstrosity, and she's wearing her pajamas which include fleece pants and her favourite Spider-Man t-shirt. Yes, it makes his heart melt into gooey bits every time he sees her wear her father's gift.

The first time he'd met he'd been in his hero suit - introductions made by Wade as a show of trust. It was impossible not to instantly love the rambunctious 8-year-old. He'd seen her a few times after that, giving her a few toys and chatting and on very rare occasions coming in as a super-babysitter. It had only been a year or so ago that she'd met him as Peter Parker, and this time as her father's boyfriend.

He'd moved in 6 months ago and was still getting used to being an actual caretaker. If Wade goes off to work, he gets left at home with her and it becomes his responsibility to make sure she doesn't eat all the snacks and set things on fire.

Ellie's adapted well to the changes. He doesn't know what conversation she's had with Wade, but she's never once doubted his authority. (Probably largely thanks to being her favourite superhero, but he'll take the win anyway.)

That doesn't mean his anxiety doesn't peak anytime she seeks him out for answers. He'll always default to Wade when he's home, but he's just gone off on a job and this leaves him to watch her. Or... be here? Is it watching over someone if you live together?

It had been a little strange dating someone with a young daughter. Being in his mid-twenties and before this relationship not having much thought about children, and Wade in his early thirties already with a daughter, it was the biggest gap between them. They'd both navigated the rocky path and made the decision to work on it together but...

He feels so out of his depth at times. Even more so, he feels like a stranger and the third wheel in their home.

"What's up?" He asks.

She rocks back and forth on her heels, "It's almost father's day."

It's the end of May, but that's close enough.

"It is," he agrees.

"I want to make something for dad."

He nods, "Okay. What are you thinking?"

She holds out her phone and blown up on the screen is an image of a heart-shaped... thing, "I found this on Pinterest. It's a pillow." In the front is sewn the words 'Best Dad'.

"Oh, that's cute! He'll love that."

From experience, Peter knows it's impossible to shop for a man who wants for nothing - although he tries to monitor expenses because Wade can be extravagant, anything he wants like a video game or a specific takeout for dinner or a new gun, he never hesitates to get it for himself. Peter's never bought him a store-bought gift and always goes with less traditional routes. The effort put into something homemade will mean more to him than anything else.

"Does it have instructions?" He asks. She holds the phone out to him and he scrolls down to the text that gives details on how to make the product in the image. He knows how to sew and is fairly familiar with the techniques the instructions present to him. "This looks doable."

"Awesome! Let's go!" She swipes her phone back and stares at him pointedly.

"Go?"

"To the store, duh!" She says. Nothing ever makes him feel as stupid as when Ellie looks at him like this - lips pursed, eyebrow raised, and hands on her hips.

He clicks his tongue and says the same way Wade often does, "Watch the attitude, missus."

She rolls her eyes.

Ellie is actually very loving and active and generous, but much like her father, hides all of that behind a wall of sass. Ellie's comes out as rebellious, Wade's as dark humour.

"You want to go now?"

"Yeah."

"Like... right now?"

Somehow her eyebrow climbs even higher. "Yu-p."

"Oh."

His brain freezes and stutters like a skipping CD in an old walkman. Stores. Which means outside. Which means taking Ellie outside. Without Wade. It's easy to keep her alive inside their two-bedroom apartment, but the streets of New York are a whole other ballgame. He was once hit in the forehead by a wayward baseball and doesn't much like ballgames.

"Yeah, sure. Let's get changed and we'll head out."

"Cool. Thanks, Peter!" She runs off and he lets out a soft sigh.

He moves his laptop to the dented coffee table and heads into his and Wade's bedroom. He's in lazy day clothes, sweats and one of Wade's t-shirts, and gets into proper jeans but doesn't change the shirt. He ends up hovering near the doorway shoving his feet into his worn-out sneakers waiting for Ellie and shoots off a text.

To Wade: Is it okay if I take Ellie out to the shops?

His social media addicted boyfriend responds instantly.

From Wade: Lol you don't need permission to go shopping. Can you grab some KD? We're running low.

To Wade: Will do. XOX.

Ellie is sort of a picky eater. Truthfully neither of them are particularly good cooks and they try to give her things on the healthier side, but.... aside from pancakes and nachos and maybe omelets, it all tends to go sideways. They're working on it - sort of.

He re-reads the text a few times and falls in love a bit more each time. Peter's pretty awful at reading people, it had taken months of flirting to realize Wade was actually serious about it, but he knows that Wade wouldn't trust just anybody with his daughter. He's never had a moment of pause about leaving her in his care and it's humbling. And terrifying.

Peter knows that most of his fear comes from his own lack of self-preservation. If he can't keep himself in one piece, how can he take care of this small child in need of protection?

She appears in day clothes, slightly torn jeans and a custom-made Deadpool t-shirt, and they head out.

He knows the right stores and understands what it is they're looking for. They get the material for the outside of the pillow and the fluff to fill it. Ellie is excited and accomodating and they're home within a couple of hours with everything they need and the boxes of Mac N' Cheese that Wade had requested.

Nobody tried to attack them or kidnap them or murder them or any other numerous awful things. They're out and back with hardly a hair out of place and Peter breathes a low sigh of relief once the door closes behind them. Ellie lives another day.

None of this should make him as nervous as it does, he knows this logically. Not that logic has ever done anything to change the way his brain handles stress.

Ellie takes their bags, minus the grocery one, to the living room. She tosses them on the table and starts pulling out the various pillow making accouterments. He puts away the food and grabs their sewing equipment from the junk drawer. He joins her a couple of minutes later with the necessary tools. She's pushed the table further from the couch and has plopped on the floor to work and she has everything scattered around her. The plastic bag has been tossed on the floor and Peter sets it to his side when he sits beside her to use as a garbage bag.

They bought red fleece for the pillow and black for the lettering, as well as some white string to thread around the edges. She sets her phone on the table with the Pinterest instructions and they get to work.

Wade won't be home until tomorrow night and is always good at texting if he expects to be early or late. The hero, or vigilante, lifestyle requires consistent communication and despite both of their habits for disorganization and getting easily distracted, they know never to forget a text. It's not worth the effects on either of their mental states.

Ellie doesn't care how much time they have and acts like her father might walk through the door at any minute. He continuously soothes and reassures her.

"He's going to love it, Ellie."

"We have plenty of time; there's no need to rush."

"Want to stop for dinner?"

True it's not quite dinner time, but that doesn't excuse the look of annoyance she sends his way.

"But we're not done!"

"Okay, okay, let's keep at it then."

He's only eager for a break because he's doing most of the work. And that's mainly due to him not wanting her to use the sharp scissors or the sewing needle. She eagerly watches, but mostly he's doing this on his own. He reminds himself that she's doing this out of love for Wade and he's as excited as she is to see his reaction.

They get the heart shapes cut out and then the letters. He sews them on carefully and they're hardly crooked. He does the contouring with the white thread. He hands her the nearly finished product for her to enjoy stuffing it with fluff before he finally sews the pillow closed.

"It's awesome!" Ellie exclaims, taking the finished product in hand.

Peter smiles proudly, "It really is."

"Thanks so much, Peter! You're the best!" She stands and adds, "I'll go hide this in my room."

That's essentially her queue saying she won't be around for cleanup duty.

Figures. Just like her father that one.

He puts away the sewing equipment and the spare material and shoves the rest in the garbage bag. He pushes it into their already pretty full garbage can and forces the lid down over it. He returns to his spot on the sofa with his laptop, and his research, and Ellie doesn't come to see him again until it's actually dinner time and he's completely forgotten to get food going.

"Peter, I'm hungry," she says with a pout.

"What are you hungry for?" He asks like he's at all prepared for whatever answer she'll supply.

"KD," she offers.

"I can do that."

"I'd hope so," she sasses.

He waves her away and makes a batch of fake Mac N' Cheese that he divides up between two bowls and sets on the coffee table. They spend the rest of their Saturday night snacking and watching She-Ra.

The next night, Wade finds them in the same spot when he gets back from his mission. There are way too many dirty bowls with grossly orange stains, several cups of either juice or water, an empty bag of chips, and his favourite boyfriend and favourite daughter cuddled asleep watching some lady warrior princess magical transformation show. He doesn't actually know what they're watching.

He pries Ellie off of Peter's arm and shoulder and tries not to laugh at the spot of drool she leaves behind. Kids are so gross. Peter mumbles something sleepily and falls into the now empty space beside him to curl into a ball. He tucks her into his arms and gets her to bed. He pecks her cheek and tucks her in gently before returning for Peter.

He stops in the entryway and watches him for a moment. The enhanced hero, sensing the eyes on him though never with that prickle of danger that others give him, flutters his eyes open and tilts his head up and to the side to see him. One of his hands reaches out and fingers crook in a 'come here' gesture.

"Wa-ade," he mumbles and shifts to squish up against the back of the couch.

Wade laughs softly and walks over to it but doesn't accept the clear invitation.

"We have a bed, baby boy. No need to crash on the couch. You're getting too old for that nonsense."

Peter flips him the bird but turns and holds his arms out for Wade to pick him up, "Fine, asshole."

Wade lifts him and finally gets the kiss he'd been aching for since his jet landed in the city. Peter's arms wrap around his neck and his feet kick cutely and he places several gentle kisses along Wade's mouth and jaw.

"I love you," he singsongs.

Peter hums happily, "Love you too. We missed you. You're not allowed to leave again for at least a month."

"I think I can manage that," Wade agrees.

He's distracted by the kissing and whispering but knows his home blindfolded (Bird Box challenge? More like Bird Box inconvenience.) He gets them into their room and tosses Peter unceremoniously on the bed. His reflexes keep him collected and he doesn't even notice the unromantic throw. He crawls to the pillows and watches him drowsily.

Wade's had a long mission and his daughter is a room away, so he just changes into a pair of sweatpants in a way that's not at all sexy but still gets Peter's lips right back on him when he slips into his place by his side. They kiss and touch as a reminder of each other's presence. He's home. His family's here.

They fall asleep with all their limbs tangled together and the stress of separation finally faded.

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Father's day is June 15th this year.

Ellie doesn't approach Peter about it again and he figures she's got herself sorted. Last year he hadn't been living with them yet and aside from bringing them dinner the night before and doing something more private for Wade (since he'll take any excuse for that), he'd left the day itself to the two of them. It'd be odd to try and make himself scarce from his own home and decides to embrace it.

He gets up early to make them all breakfast, as awful as that is on a Sunday and he'd only crawled in through the window a couple of hours ago after a long night of patrol.

Breakfast is kind of Wade's thing - it's also the only type of dishes either of them are almost decent at cooking. He'd bought some bacon, Canadian of course, earlier that week and the smell of sizzling meat gets both Wilson's out of bed as predictably as the promise of weekend morning cartoons.

"Morning, baby boy," Wade mumbles into his shoulder as he slides in behind him and wraps his arms loosely around his waist. "You're up early. It's gross."

Peter laughs softly and wipes his eye with his free hand to stem away the fatigue. The other hand holding the spatula moves a cooked slice of bacon to a plate on the counter beside the stove.

"It is. You could have slept some more."

"Mm. Nah. Smells good out here." His nose nuzzles into his neck and Peter reaches back to pat his cheek. "Why are you spoiling us? I know it's not our anniversary. I have a hundred reminders for that."

Peter shakes his head. If Wade ever forgot their anniversary, he could never hold it against him because he's just as likely to do the same.

"It's father's day. Apparently that's something worth celebrating."

"Oh, right. That's a thing I am, isn't it?"

"That you are." He rests his hand on Wade's pressed gently against his stomach. "Over-easy like usual?"

"Always."

"Alright. Go take a seat and I'll finish this up."

"I should go wake Ellie," he says though doesn't seem inclined to leave the warmth of Peter's back.

"The missus is already awake," he tells him. The whole super-hearing thing and all. "Go. Sit."

Wade slides slightly to the side so he can press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and his nose crinkles.

"Go brush your teeth, you caveman."

"You love the morning breath."

"Mm. Not sure I'd go with 'love'."

Ellie trots down the hall while he gently pushes Wade away and she's still dressed in her pajamas just like the two adults. Peter shoots her a look over his shoulder.

"You too, kiddo! Teeth. Brush them. Now, please."

She rolls her eyes and disappears the way she came from.

"Go teach your daughter good habits."

Wade groans dramatically but scurries away after his daughter.

He laughs under his breath. He really does love both of them. He plates eggs (scrambled for him and Ellie, over-easy for Wade), bacon, and toast. The coffee is almost ready when the two return from the washroom, and he puts down two mugs for him and Wade and orange juice for Ellie. They settle all together at the table and share a nice breakfast.

Most of the morning is spent watching cartoons and debating going out to do something. It's after noon by the time they decide not to leave the apartment and hunker down with video games and junk food which they all is truthfully Wade's favourite way to spend a day. It's only after the pizza arrives does Ellie disappear to her room to get her father's gift.

She skips over to stand in front of Wade with her hands behind her back and Peter smiles softly at her eagerness. He pauses the game so that she can have her father's full attention.

"What'cha hidin' there, Ellie-belly?" He asks, eyeing her side where her arm is hidden just out of sight.

"I got you a gift," she says and rocks on her heels giddily.

"Ooh, a gift? For me? What on earth did I do to deserve a gift?"

"You helped make me."

"Right, right," he says with a smile and teases, "But that makes you the greatest gift I ever got, doesn't it?"

Peter rolls his eyes at the pure sap coming out of his boyfriend's mouth.

Ellie giggles and nods, "Exactly! Here."

She holds out the little heart-shaped pillow and Wade takes it gently, almost reverently. He reads over the two words stitched into the front and Ellie continues to rock but now from anxiety.

"Do you like it?" She asks self-consciously. Her hand goes up to tug at a loose curl which she only does when her nerves get the best of her.

He flips it in his hands a couple of times and meets her gaze with his smile even wider than before.

"It's awesome, Ellie. Thank you!"

He stands and takes her in his arms in one quick motion. She squeals in delight as she's smushed in his embrace. He presses several quick kisses to her cheek as she tries to push him away, laughing all the while. Peter can only sit there and smile fondly at the two of them.

Wade finishes by blowing a loud raspberry on her cheek and then sits back down with his daughter in his lap. He gently sets the pillow beside him and gives it a little pet.

"It's almost as beautiful as you."

Both Peter and Ellie roll their eyes at that one, but they all know it secretly overjoys the little girl.

She shoves his shoulder, "You're gross. Me and Peter made it ourselves by the way. So there's extra love in it. Just so you know."

"Awe, that makes it a hundred times better. Thank you, my loves."

Wade's hand reaches out to squeeze his wrist and Peter grabs his hand and presses a kiss to his palm.

"You're welcome."

Peter hears him whisper, "Are you forgetting something else?"

"Oh! Yeah!" Ellie jumps off his lap in a way that's much less elegant than she probably believes it to be.

She runs to her room leaving the two adults in silence. For a brief moment.

"What's that about?" Peter asks and Wade only shrugs, pretending he doesn't know his boyfriend had heard his words. He eyes him warily but moves on. "I'll go get more Coke. Want some?" He asks, grabbing his cup and already reaching for Wade's.

"Sure, thanks."

Peter refills their cups with more pop while trying not to eavesdrop on whatever trouble Ellie is getting up to in her room. He's heading back to the table when she reappears once more with her hands behind her back. He sets the two cups down on the coffee table and is about to sit when she taps him impatiently in the back.

"Peter!"

He turns to her with free hands and says, "Yes?"

She doesn't make much of a show of it. Her hands reappear and in her grasp is a card. She holds it out to him.

"What's this?" He asks, taking it from her without really thinking about it.

"It's for you," she says but doesn't elaborate.

"Okay..."

He brings it closer and takes in the cover. It must be something she'd made at school; it's all cardboard and glitter, and on the front is written in some sort of glitter pen, 'Happy Father's Day!'. He swallows thickly and opens the card to see what's inside.

There's another message, again, written in glitter.

'We made doggies (and maybe some cats) happy for you. Love you lots, Ellie.'

It's short and sweet and to the point and he doesn't actually get the full message but he gets enough of it.

He looks up at her over the top of the card and can't formulate any words.

'Happy Father's Day'.

To him.

She's saying this to him in a school-made card.

Because... because... she sees him as some sort father-ish figure? Maybe?

"Me and daddy bought some pet food and toys and brought it to an animal shelter. He said you'd like that more than a gift..." she eyes him and shuffles in place. Her hand reaches for her curl.

His lips part to speak but nothing escapes. He looks over his shoulder to Wade who only smiles softly in return. He looks back at Ellie and tries again.

"I... I... That's, um... That's really sweet," he cuts himself off when he chokes up.

"Are you gonna cry? Because I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry."

Her grip on her hair tightens and Peter can only follow in his boyfriend's earlier footsteps. He leans down and pulls her into his arms. He lifts her and she wraps her arms around his neck. He presses a soft kiss to her temple.

"Thank you, Ellie." His voice is rough and choked.

While she's in his arms he turns to Wade who has the widest grin on his lips.

Ellie lets him coddle her for a little while. He doesn't know that he can face her quite yet, at least until his thoughts settle.

She's not his daughter - not yet. But this is a promise, sort of. A what can be. He and Wade are a ways from marriage, not that he wouldn't say yes if asked, but this is his future. He stares at his boyfriend and looks down at what may one day be their daughter. All he's wanted for so long is her acceptance and this is a blaring neon sign of it.

He loves them both and he plans to keep them.

#spideypool #spideypoolbingo2020 #mcukinkbingo #sewing #found family #squares #spider-man #deadpool #peter parker #wade wilson #ellie camacho #cuties #domestic!spideypool

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positiveparker · 6 years ago

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Can you please write a Peter Parker blurb where him and the reader ride a Ferris wheel and he talks about what they could have in their future?

autumn carnival | p.p

- pairing ; peter parker x reader

- warnings ; fluff!

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not my gif

- so you and Peter are on one of your third dates

- you’re nervous, but more comfortable around him than before

- a Friday Night

- he takes your hand in his

- insisting on dragging you to this annual autumn carnival

- it is held at a huge corn field

- part of it is a corn maze but the rest is flat land strewn with hay most of the year

- the crowd is filled with smiling faces

- Peter stays with your fingers interlocked

- yanking you through the crowd

- “peterrrr” you whine

- a sickly smell fills your nose

- he stops suddenly

- you don’t really like rides but

- he pulls you forcefully onto the ferris wheel

- you rock your legs back and forth

- the seat swings uneasily

- it’s just the two of you

- a cool wind blows across both of you

- you rub your upper arms in awkwardness

- the sun gradually fades and the coloured lights glow brighter

- you could tell Peter was nervous as you slyly looked over

- he was propped up on the metal seat

- twiddling his thumbs and looking away from you

- the awkward silence is interrupted by a small giggle

- you glance over

- he is pointing childishly downwards

- waving his finger, ushering you to lean over

- laughing at a little boy who had a huge stick of fluffy, rose coloured candyfloss

- “I love kids” he breaths, clutching his stomach mid cackle

- “same” you reply, leaning over his side

- analysing the happenings beneath you

- huge carts of buttery popcorn

- apples being dipped in oozing, sweet toffee syrup

- hundreds of kids dragging their sore parents on appealing rides

- couples hand in hand, clutching huge toys won at games

- autumn had always been your favourite

- “how many kids do you want?” he blurts out

- “2″

- “same!”

- you sort of stare at each other, locking eyes in complete awe

- you analyse the chocolate swirls of his and how the red lights above you glisten in them

- “you’re beautiful” he gushes from his lips

- “stoppp” you whine back, turning your face away

- your cheeks become hot and flushed

- “do you think you’re gonna stay in Queens after high school” he wonders

- “probably” you smile “I like it here” you breath

- “same”

- “you want to go into chemistry right?”

- “yeah, yeah, something like that” he rambles

- “you’re smart Peter”

- he doesn’t protest as per usual

- he just glances over, looking lovingly at you and nods

- the wind entangles into his brown curls

- “I love autumn” you breath

- “same, I mean theres halloween and horror films and…” he again rambles on and on

- his excessive rambling doesn’t annoy you like everyone else

- you like the way he speaks

- he is full of passion about every small thing

- he stops himself, realising his words are becoming faster and more blurted

- you tuck a blowing strand of hair behind your ear

- “no seriously (y/n)” he insists placing a hand on your thigh

- “you’re beautiful” he repeats

- his touch makes shivers run up and down your body

- pumps of adrenaline fill your blood stream

- your heart quickens

- you whip your neck back around to see his soft and detailed features glancing at you

- his stares always make your heart melt

- “d-do you think you would want t-to…” he stutters nervously

- “yes….?”

- “well, maybe, you know…um”

- you know the words that are about to erupt from his lips, but you still stare in eagerness

- heart racing

- stomach whirling

- hands shaking uncontrollably

- “w-would you want to be my girlfriend” he blurts out with a panicked look

- you could tell he cared

- so you grinned happily back, chuckling softly

- his face cracks into a smile

- “of course Peter!” you holler enthusiastically, pulling his tense body into a strong hug

- the tension unknots as his body feels your familiar touch

- you stay there for a while

- just hugging

- under the warm lights

- and purple night sky

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starlight-parkers · 7 years ago

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Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Paker Would Include:

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Author’s Notes(s): hey cuties! Someone requested this a while ago and I completely forgot that it was in my drafts. Just a side note requests are closed! See my latest post for more info xx

Summary: You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker, but what happens when your freakily overprotective brother’s find out?

Warning(s): swearing and fluff

Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Parker would include:

so like

we all know that the Wayne’s have been through some tough shit

So y’all are really closely knit

That being said, you have four really overprotective brothers who would do anything to stop you from dating.

PsSh

That never stopped you honey ️

So let’s say, you’ve been dating Peter for around a year.

He’s never been to your house or even met your family bc you know™️ he wouldn’t last a second around your brothers

“(Y/N)? Why haven’t I met your family? Don’t you think it’s kinda weird?”

“Peter honey, if you value your life, you won’t ask questions.”

One day his curiosity gets the best of him and he ends up at your address.

Big mistake™️

Curiosity killed the cat bro

Unfortunately for him, you’re not the one who opens the door.

So smol bby boy peter’s quaking in his boots when short stack Damian appears at the door with a scowl on his face.

“Who the fuck are you?”

*in the distance* “Damian don’t fucking swear”

“JASON GOD DAMMIT, DAMI WHOS AT THE DOOR??”

So then Jason, Dick and Dami are all at the door and poor bby Peter kinda stutters out a response.

“Uh hi, I’m peter. (Y/N)’s boyfriend”

LOLOL

Before anyone knew what was happening Damian’s launching himself at Peter who kinda does his spidey thing and backflips into a tree or some shit

And Jay + Dick who are holding Dami back are kinda like wtf

They accidentally let go of their younger brother who’s basically barking up a tree at your almost sobbing boyfriend

And Tim kinda just walks up to the front door with a coffee in hand

Takes one look at the situation

Sips his coffee

And goes back inside bc a bitch ain’t involved

So that’s how Peter met your family.

Dick Grayson:

the nice brother™️

would probably try to suppress his other protective brother mode

would lowkey be the biggest shipper ever

When dick meets peter it’s probably like:

- “oh (Y/N) he’s so cute!!”

- “LoOK at hIM heS adorABle”

Peter doesn’t know whether he should be scared or he should be relieved

Dick totally supervises your dates

Or tries to

He’ll probably be sitting at the back of the cafe you’re in and Peter points him out like

“Uh... M-mr Grayson we can see you”

*face palm*

Probably holds hands with you both after that.

Finds you and peter’s relationship very cute

Sometimes you wonder if he’s the one dating Peter

They’re always on ‘friend dates’

Probably been on more dates with Peter than you have

“Dick buddy, I’m gonna need my boyfriend back”

“You can’t separate us sis, this is true love”

Jason Todd:

the cool brother™️

probably gives the “if you hurt her, I’ll find you talk”

He’ll like, take Peter to his weapons room or something and be like “see this baby here, she’s my favourite. First time I shot right through some guy’s skull”

And you’re just there with rolling eyes like “oh my god Jason”

And poor Peter would be so shook™️

But you’d be all cute holding hands and brushing your fingers over his knuckles to calm him

Jay would gag

You’d get to a particular weapon and Petey would point to it “Natasha has that”

“Natasha as in, the, blackwidow?”

And Peter would look at you with a confused gaze and you’d shrug as he nodded to Jason

Jason would scream™️

Blackwidow fanboy at your service fam

He’d go on regular trips to see the avengers with Peter just to meet Natasha

Would probably cry

He’s really chill after that tbh

Would probably regularly take you and Peter for ice cream

Does not enjoy watching you guys suck face

Pretends to throw up most of the time

“If you guys kiss in front of me one more time I’ll probably die for the second time”

Tim Drake:

The fanboy brother™️

I feel like Tim probably knew you were dating someone he just didn’t know that it was the sPidErMaN

Probably did a whole background check on Peter before he even got to the front door.

He’d be the only brother who’s actually nervous to meet your boyfriend

So before pete even opens his mouth, Tim’s just spewing information about him like

“Peter Benjamin Parker. Age 16”

“Born July 1st, favourite colour blue and -“

“Tim... Tim you’re scaring him”

“Right sorry”

You’d leave for like a brief second to grab a drink and when you come back they’re both nerding out over tech

It’s actually adorable seeing both of your boys getting excited over Peter’s webshooters and stuff

You totally don’t take pictures

On the nights you’d have dates Peter would show up like two hours early just to sit with Tim and talk about Wayne and Tony’s tech

Call it a gossip circle if you will

“Oh hi Petey! I wasn’t expecting you for a little while-“

“Yeah, I’m here to see Tim?”

-_-

Like Jay, I don’t think he’d appreciate you guys’ PDA

he’d probably be fine with it after a few shots of espresso

Damian Wayne:

The intimidating brother™️

First of all, let’s get this straight.

He won’t admit it, but Dami adores you. He loves you more than anything.

As his older sister, you’ve always been there to protect him. You made him feel at home.

So in his mind, Damian basically lives to protect you. He views you as the only pure thing in this world and would do anything to preserve that.

You’ve had your heart broken before and Dami hated to see you go through such a heartbreak

So forgive him for being a little overprotective

Hahaha

Did I say little? I meant a lot

When he first meets Peter, shit hits the fan.

He just doesn’t like the way Peter holds your hand so confidently and tbh he really wants to rip it off.

He does everything he can to deter Peter from dating you but for some reason it’s not working

But he can tell he’s wearing away at Peter

Then one day your boyfriend asks to spar with dami

And you, Tim, Dick and Jay all share a look

So both boys start getting ready to spar and Dami takes it a little more seriously

Peter’s reflexes are much quicker though, since he’s spidey and all so that pisses your younger brother off

so he starts getting angry

Suddenly, it’s not sparing anymore and instead it’s literally peter fending for his life as Damian tries to kill him.

So you scream.

And everyone drops everything and you kinda run off with Peter hot on your heels.

You completely shut down on both of them bc two ppl you really cared about almost hurt each other

Peter shows up at the Manor one day, looking for Dami who almost slams the door shut when he sees your boyfriend

And he’s like “look, I don’t know why you hate me but you mean so much to (Y/N) and I know how much it would mean to her if we got a long, she speaks so highly of you and I just- I want to get to know you.”

And Damian’s like shit, because he doesn’t hate Peter, he never did. He was just scared of losing you to heartbreak again.

“I didn’t hate you, in fact I find you quite um” *struggles to say the word likeable*

“Likeable?”

“No that’s too strong a word”

And Peter just smiled bc even though he won’t admit it, he knows that Damian doesn’t mind him.

Extras:

Never being allowed to go up to your room alone

one of your brothers are always watching.

Always.

The boys will literally freak out if Peter has even onE tiny bruise. They always think it’s a hicky.

“wHaTs wRonG witH yoU (Y/N)??”

“What did I do?”

“I can’t believe you, tainting Peter’s innocence like that”

“OH MY GOD JAY THE BRUISE IS ON HIS LEG HE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS”

At least one of your brothers third wheeling on dates

It’s mostly Dick

They’ll literally hold hands with you guys and sit at the table at restaurants

When you go to the cinema they all wanna sit next to Peter bc apparently you talk too much during movies

The boys waiting outside of school for flash when they find out he’s been bothering Peter

Everyone hanging out in the bat cave to talk about “manly things” when really they’re just gossiping about girls

You totally don’t try and spy on these

It totally doesn’t work rIP

Your brothers have a mental break down when you and Peter get into a fight

They act like you guys are divorced parents

Will do anything in their power to get you back together again

You probably already have tbh

You just like watching them freak out over you guys

Overall you all have a really good relationship

Peter is the first boy you’ve ever loved

And you’re really happy that your brothers like him. It means a lot.

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