#ftf: peter parker

[ruthlessluck]

@greatresponsibility​

Felicia was good at holding grudges. It was ingrained in her, she was a vindictive and angry individual. It was complicated when it came to Peter. She could hold a grudge against him for only so long before there was something tugging her back in. Reluctantly, she knew it was the trust that she had held for him. It was a trust that had blossomed after being burned so many times by men before. There was no good and bad, there was a grey that most people operated in and Felicia resided there, having said the same thing to Silk before. They were alike in that way, Felicia wasn’t sure they’d ever understand that. Regardless, Felicia found herself seeking him out upon arriving back in the city.

“Still playing hero, Spider?” Felicia asked as she quietly landed on the rooftop, moving towards Peter’s turned back. “Doesn’t that get boring after this long? We could have so much more fun if you helped me instead.” She grinned teasingly, claws dragging lightly over the back of his shoulders as she came to stand at his side, “I have plenty of jobs lined up if you feel so inclined to play.”

[ghostthwip]

@ptrparkcrs​

He was alive. He was alive. Gwen, of course, he seen that his identity was known. Peter Parker was Spider-Man and he was alive. Sitting on the windowsill of her apartment with her legs swinging back and forth absently she had watched the lights of the New York, breath hitching in her chest as she watched a blur of red and blue swing past. She couldn’t even count all the times she had desperately searched up Spider-Man, image after image popping up, from the blurry to the crystal clear ones. The hesitant type of ‘Peter Parker’ had came next.

The bumpy bridge of his name was the same. The wispy brown hair that would constantly fall into his eyes when he let it grow too long was the same. The glasses were just missing and the headphones that he was constantly offer to share with Gwen when she slipped out of her home to go to his next door to try to ignore how many high expectations her father had for him but she kept failing to meet. Peter was alive.

He wasn’t her Peter, but he was still alive. 

It had been a split second decision to pull her own suit on and follow. Gwen wasn’t sure what she wanted out of this, especially considering how she had been laying low up until now. She tried to come up with some sort of game plan on approaching him, but Gwen had never been good at a structured plan. She would wing it and hope for the best. If that was possible.

Gwen landed on the roof Spider-Man—Peter—had seemed to finally stop on and was hesitant in saying anything. “...Peter?” Gwen finally called out, voice catching. “Shit. I mean—I don’t know what I’m doing. This totally isn’t a great start to introducing myself, but you always told me I jumped into stuff without thinking far too much—I mean not you, but...” Gwen sighed and reached up to tug down her hood, hesitating for a beat before finally pulling the mask off.

“Hi, Peter.”

[itsbxtgirl-a]

“Care to share how you wound up in this situation?” @ptrparkcrs​

Steph doesn’t remember the last time she ran into Peter when she was in uniform. Had she even seen him yet while wearing her Batgirl gear? It was a difference from Spoiler, more promeninently tied to the batfam and Batman himself. (God, she hoped Bruce wouldn’t fire her again.) Now she was tied up and hanging from her own grapple line, it tied around her ankle. She doesn’t even want to know how she tripped and stumbled so severely that she got tangled up while trying to fly from one building to the next. She was trying to dig for the knife she had in one her many belt pouches that was strong enough to cut through the grapple gun wire. That’s where Peter found her.

“You know...Well, it’s a story.” Steph said casually as she hung in the air. “But I totally have it handled. Don’t tell Batman.” She was quick to add, sure that Bruce would be exasperated at the mere sight. Plus, she’d never live it down if she was fired again. “I have a knife! I can get myself down, promise! I may just...fall on my ass.” She waved around the knife and gripped at the wire, pulling herself up somewhat to try to hopefully hang on as she sawed at it with the knife. “Will you at least catch me if I do fall on my ass?”

[demiwonder-a]

@ptrparkcrs​

“Boo!” Cassie exclaimed with a grin on her face as she landed on the fire escape Peter was currently perched on. “What’cha doing, incredible spider-guy?” She teased, moving to float around him and turned upside down in the air, her blonde hair falling in her face. “You look awfully bored. Or as bored as you can with that mask. How do you breathe through that thing? And I thought Red Robin’s cowl was weird looking, you take the cake, dude. Was the bug eyes a fashion statement or was it a personal self reflection that you extended to the outside?” She grinned, puffing out a sharp breath of air to move the hair out of her eyes as she stayed in the air upside down before her friend. 

Cassie liked to pester Peter, he was one of her favorites to annoy along with the rest of her team. “Seriously. If you’re not bored then I can remedy that because I am. I’m itching to do something, anything.”

[supersxn]

[ fight ]   JON  stops  PETER  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else @ptrparkcrs​

It felt like the super suit was coming out sparingly these days. Jon wanted to help people, but he was having to avoid the enforcers, avoid, you know, getting arrested. There was an overwhelming need to help rather than have a sense of self preservation, so patrolling it was. He also enjoyed the way the lights of New York looked below. He was on a rooftop, contemplating retiring for the night after helping for the past few hours when he spotted Peter. Well, not just Peter, but it looked like Peter was about to throw hands with some guy on the street. Jon could only assume it wouldn’t be a good look, especially with his identity for all to know now.

In an instant, Jon landed roughly on the sidewalk between the pair, it cracking underneath his feet (oops, sorry New York City!) and he flashed a smile at the offender. “Sup! We havin’ a party? I got loads of party tricks. Wanna see?” He asked, blue eyes flashing to red as a warning of his heat vision. The guy immediately froze, eyes wide, and scrambled backwards, turning tail and running off. “Aw, that’s not fun! Maybe next time?” Jon called then turned back to Peter, cocking an eyebrow. “Dude. Really?” 

[starkerficlibrary]

Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read on AO3 about retired tony who lived in Italy working a coffe shop and college student Peter doing a semester abroad in Italy. I believe it has daddy kink in it if that helps! Thank you so much

Please, it took me so long to find this I nearly started crying, I was going through lists of tags and it turns out it was right on the past page of ‘Italian Tony Stark’ I’m so mad. 10/10 this work it extremely worth it, though!

La Luce Dei Miei Occhi | @starkerchemistryy Tony's retired and in Italy, and it's there he meets adorable Peter Parker Rating: Explicit | Wordcount: 14,551

[starkeristheendgame]

Hi could you reccomend any: slow burn fics, pining fics, "Peter seducing Tony" fics? I am going through a hard time atm, would really appreciate it ♡

Hiii, I’m so sorry you’re going through a hard time, Non. I really hope that you feel better soon and if there’s anything I can do to help; please don’t hesitate to let me know! ❤️ My inbox is always open for anything and anyone. 

My Fair Peter  Just Kiss Me  The Friday Night Dinner Disaster  Even When Its Raining, All You Ever Do Is Shine  Another Year, And Then Forever 

I hope these help and again, please don’t hesitate to come back if you need more support or comfort. 

[hartenstraatstacey]

Walk in the Park || FTF

Stacey had slipped on a pair of sweats, and a sweater as she waited for Peter to text her back. The different timezone wasn’t something that Stacey was adjusting to, and so sleep hadn’t been coming to her at a usual time. The blonde had grabbed her purse and the spare set of key’s that Sam had given both she and Stevie, and left a note for both of her brothers on the kitchen counter. Quickly and quietly, she left the apartment and walked out to the street. It was 4 am, so everything was still and quiet. It was nice - and peaceful. She took a deep breath of the clean crisp air, and leaned against the brick of the building as she waited for Peter to come out of his apartment. 

[itsbxtgirl-a]

@ptrparkcrs​

Steph still didn’t want visitors. Her bruises were healing, turning yellow rather than the black and purple they had been, gashes scabbing over. She had stared entirely too long in the mirror finally one day at the gash on her cheek, stitched up, perfect placement of Tim’s. It made her stomach roll instantly. Ra’s made sure she would be haunted by her own failures for the rest of her life, knowing they’d scar. She spent her days staring at the walls of Tim’s room, eating when Alfred practically forced the food into her hands and trying not to sob for the sixth or seventh time that day. 

Today felt different, Steph didn’t know why. There was a bad feeling simmering deep in her chest, it kept gnawing at her as she turned in Tim’s bed and actually got up in her anxious state despite her ribs protesting the sharp movement. She went to wash her face and upon coming back to the bedroom she halted at the sight of Tim suddenly before her. “Tim? Tim!” She gasped out, lurching forward and ignoring the sharp pain it brought her only to see his smile transform into a pained silent scream the moment a sword was sticking out from his torso, soaked in his own blood.

A scream left Stephanie in an instant, “TIM!” She collapsed to her knees as the man steadily bled out before her. “No, no, no! Tim, Timmy please!” Steph sobbed and her hands tried to put pressure on the wound, blood staining her fingers as she saw blood stain his lips and him inhale one last breath before there was nothing. 

Steph screamed so loud she was sure even those up beyond the clouds could hear her. Maybe if she screamed loud enough he’d hear her and come back. The hands that suddenly were touching her did nothing for the ragged sobs and screams wracking her entire body, already broken ribs screaming in protest. “I killed him. I got Tim killed. Oh god. He’s gone, he’s gone.” Steph sobbed loudly, sagging back against whoever it was she had yet to register was even there, staring at the blood on her hands. “Make him come back!”

[itsbxtgirl-a]

“ i’m one of the stupidest people to ever walk the earth and i made it up your staircase. ” @ptrparkcrs​

"Congrats. Do you want a sticker? I can get you a gold star if you want.” Steph muttered, tugging her Tim’s blanket back over her head. A beat of silence and the girl sighed, tugging the blanket back down with a frown on her face. “...sorry. You came all the way back out to Jersey for me and I just...” There were bad days and better days, she couldn’t rightfully call them good days when everything felt so bleak and her chest never stopped hurting. It felt wrong, trying to act normal when he couldn’t. 

The reminder of the loss knocked all the wind out of Steph’s chest and she forced the weakest smile on her face, trying to push back the waves of sadness that hit her line an unrelenting tsunami. “Bring anything exciting with you this time?” Anything to distract her from the constant reminders of Tim, the hallucinations she hadn’t told anyone about, not even Babs. She kept seeing him and the fact that she wanted to keep seeing him was likely troubling, so she kept her mouth shut. 

[itsbxtgirl-a]

“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.” @ptrparkcrs​

The wet laugh escaped Steph and she shook her head. She’s not sure what was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It could be she was overworked, having picked up some shifts at the coffee shop due to sick coworkers, her never ending school work, her vigilante activities, or her tendency to feel more than what was appropriate by Batman standards but she crumbled. She had started sobbing over her textbooks in the library, only getting a few alarmed looks before she was gathering up her things and hurrying back to her apartment. She had all but collapsed on her sofa, curled up and sending several texts to Peter that were more than likely half gibberish, half beyond embarrassing. That’s what got her a visit from one friendly neighborhood Peter Parker.

“As appealing as that sounds, if I plan to forever stay quiet about how I feel then maybe I won’t risk breaking my heart.” Steph murmured, head on Peter’s shoulder as whatever show they had put on on Netflix droned on. “Thanks for coming over. You didn’t have to. I’m sure I’m going to be beyond embarrassed when I read them later. I just kind of had a meltdown it seems. I started sobbing in the library because I thought to myself: wow what if I’m forever alone with no romantic love in my life ever? What if I tell Tim I have feelings for him and he just laughs at the mere idea of me. And like, obviously I know I’m loved and that Tim wouldn’t laugh at me like that, but the thought of never having that just apparently was too much to handle and I cried like an absolute dumbass. I should be wearing a jester’s hat at this point.” Steph groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Ugh. This is literally so embarrassing. I really need to graduate. Maybe I won’t have as many crises.”

[itsbxtgirl-a]

[ @ptrparkcrs​ ]

So maybe it was a little weird just to break into Peter’s apartment, but whatever. She was a bat and one without many boundaries, it wasn’t hard to break into apartments. The current disaster that was her attempt at making waffle batter was something to be concerned about, but it was homemade. Made in a home from the box of batter mix she bought from the grocery store. “Maybe if I just close my eyes and add more chocolate chips then it’ll magically fix itself.” She muttered to herself, tipping the bag of chocolate chips into the bowl she had managed to find in Peter’s kitchen and dumped the entire bag into the batter. “Excellent. It already looks better!” She exclaimed to herself. “I really need to stop talking to myself. Too much time around the bats.” She muttered, wheeling around when she heard the sound of the front door to Peter’s apartment being unlocked and swinging open.

“Please don’t web me or scream, it’s just me!” Steph squeaked out and quickly ducked down behind the counter just to be safe. Slowly she raised her head to peer from behind the counter, offering Peter a little wave. “Surprise! I thought I’d surprise you with waffles so we can both stop being miserable together. I broke into your apartment because I have no chill or boundaries. Hiiiiii.” She drew out, finally standing fully with a grin. “I hope you like chocolate chip waffles because there’s a lot in there since I’m a sugar fiend. I also figured we could put your Captain America waffle iron to use. I want to know what freedom tastes like. I brought toppings though too! Like whipped cream because who doesn’t like whipped cream?” She gestured at the reusable bag sitting on the counter. “Aren’t you glad you’re friends with me? Also you should invest in more bowls, Peter. Do you know how hard it was for me to find a big enough bowl to make the batter in? Super hard.”  

[starkerficlibrary]

hi! i’m looking for a fic i read a little while ago, where both tony and peter are in college, and peters more fem? it’s like an alpha/omega situation where tony helps peter with his heat because harry can’t or something and then they end up falling in love like kinda enemies to lovers sorta, and peters like super into fashion and is in a sorority!!! please help!! tysm

Hii, sugarpie!

You’re looking for Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix?

@starkerforlife6969 is the lovely author!

-J

[starkerficlibrary]

hi, I’m looking for a fic! Peter was working in a vegan restaurant and the owner had a little side business where his waiters were also hookers. Tony visits, really likes Peter and takes him home, who assumed as part of his job, but Tony didn’t know. After Tony learns of this, he pays the restaurant owner so that he can be the only one who is allowed to “hire” Peter. It has a background Stucky, with Steve being a pastry chef and Bucky being a bar tender in the same restaurant. Multichapter. Thx!

Hiii,

You’re looking for the absolutely devastating Tipping The Scale. I can’t ever get enough of recommending this one. 

To anyone who hasn’t read it yet and is interested in doing so I implore you to thoroughly read the tags beforehand.

-J

[starkeristheendgame]

While nons are asking for fic refs, do you have any good slow burn starker? I’ve read the popular ones lol but I’m craving a good long shot lol

My apologies for the delay, Non. I spent all day distracted by drawing! I hope you’re still around and you see this ❤️

Rescue Me, and I’ll Rescue You It All Goes Back To Bowlby Bringing Balance | @cagestark Disorder | @winterironspiderling My Fair Peter  Proxy | @cagestark Pete’s Eats | @darker-soft-starker In The Hands of Gods

There we go, Non! I had to cut it there or I’d have done like 20 recs lmao. But I hope these tasty slow burns sate your thirst! You can also: Search the ‘slow burn’ tag here.  Search by word count here. 

[starkeristheendgame]

hii could you recommend your favourite like, realistic starker fics? so, they could be set around one of the actual movies, or they could just be based on their "real" personalities? this fandom is so great but im seeing mostly au or ooc stuff atm (which is still great!! i just really wanna read something i can actually imagine Happening!!) ideally e or m xxx

Hey there! I hope that I’ve understood your request correctly and that I’ve found some fics that scratch that itch. I had great fun going back through my bookmarks for these and looking at newer works! 

Untitled Prompt Fill | @cagestark [M] Untitled Prompt Fill | @starkerrifics [G] Untitled Work | @readysetstarker [E[

And a few shameless promotions of my own ‘realistic’ or CU (canon universe) fics: Untitled Prompt Fill [M] Untitled Prompt Fill [E] Untitled Prompt Fill [E]