#pete parker fanfics

[sabrinasopposite]

when peter met nellie...

peter parker x oc!female

🎞️ story summary: peter parker was a genius when it came to science but completely clueless when it came to love. He had no idea how to maintain a relationship—or even what love truly was. He had been on a few dates, shared a few kisses, and even had relationships, but in the end, they all ended the same way: Peter didn’t love.

nellie albright was the opposite. She was a hopeless romantic—but an unlucky one. She never had much success in finding a boyfriend, but in the end, she was fine with it. She was headstrong, knew what mattered to her, and understood what she needed.

Yet, one thing Nellie and Peter had in common was that they didn’t like each other—though life had a way of making them cross paths.

And the debate was always there: Does sex ruin a friendship between a man and a woman?

Six years later, and they’re still no closer to finding the answer.

chapter 1: the moment i met you, i thought i‘ll jump of a cliff. 

🎞️ playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4qAuFqqKy0cU4DuFfhvB4G?si=402c771614ba449e

🎞️ character moodboard: nellie albright / peter parker

🎞️ taglist: @blackynsupremacy @alelo23 @collywobblvs @newnewtheicon @angelsgalore @tvdelrey @girldisaster2007 @tinainaction @mariswxt @crazycaoticsimp

[supine-ly]

Peter’s wall crawling on nothing

doodle for @luciaintheskyainthi’s work Existential Crisis Mode

[yourbasicqueerie]

and god’s words were spoken that day

[hollow-prior]

Hurt People, Not Pets (The Rules of Vigilantism)

This is part four of a planned five-part mini-series involving Daredevil and Deadpool teaching Spidey about the unspoken rules of vigilantism. I started the series years ago and currently, this is the only part I ever finished. Ah well. Part of it might as well see the light of day

Fandom: Marvel (Daredevil, Deadpool, Spiderman)

Warnings:

Canon-typical violence/fighting.

Descriptions/mentions of dog fighting and animal murder.

There was a new vigilante on the scene.

That in and of itself was hardly cause for concern. Every so often some newly-enhanced shitbag showed up on the scene, wearing a handmade costume and bearing an alias that could only have come from a random word generator. 

Darkwar, Redfuel, Gangrene. They were all terrible.

Though, as Foggy liked to remind him, somebody named Daredevil didn’t exactly get to judge. Let those without sin cast the first stone and all that.

As far as Matt was concerned, that was different.

Matt had gotten stuck with a name he didn’t particularly want; they did their damned hardest to choose their own. They got their asses handed to them by common criminals and were sure to let whichever mugger or thug it was know their ‘superhero name’.

In the long run, though, he supposed it didn’t matter who chose their name. These new vigilantes popped up occasionally to bumble around and play hero. They didn’t last long. 

They never did.

Apart from getting in the middle of an important mission and screwing the whole thing up occasionally (Yes, ‘Jem Spell’, he was still mad about that), they weren’t a big problem. For the most part, they stayed off of Matt’s radar which, let’s face it, was better for everyone involved.

This person, though? He was different, at least according to Peter.

The teenaged wallcrawler had shown up during one of his fights, jumping in and taking on his share of the crooks with a cheerful, “Hey Double D!”

All throughout the fight he kept up a steady stream of chatter, his words going in one ear and out the other. After so many fights alongside him, Matt was used to filtering out his voice until it was little more than background noise.

The majority of the scumbags were already scattered across the pavement in various states of consciousness and, with Spidey’s help, the last few were quick to join them. Spiderman webbed them up and called the police and, despite Matt’s better judgement, he let him.

Something more important had caught his attention.

With the adrenaline of the fight wearing off, everything started to come into focus again, his senses spreading further throughout the secluded alleyway. A pipe in one of the buildings adjacent was leaking, a steady drip, drip slowly coming into focus as another sound began to make itself known.

Thump, thump, thump.

The heartbeat wasn’t the quick-paced thump-thump-thump of Peter’s or his own steady beat. It was something else entirely. Before he could move or say anything at all, Peter looked over.

“Wade,” he complained. “You could have helped!”

Wade hummed in acknowledgement and Matt could just picture the shit-eating grin he wore under his mask. “You and Red had it covered."

The sound of sirens came from a few streets over and without saying a word, the three made the unanimous decision to relocate. After all, bashing heads in the name of vigilante justice was generally frowned upon by officers of the law. They'd already learned that rule, thank you very much.

Once they were up on the nearby rooftop, Matt turned to them. “What are you two doing here? Talk.”

Peter was the first to speak. “We have a new target.”

That news was met with a raised eyebrow and threatening silence. Wade took over. “Red, dearest, there’s a new fuckhead to kill.”

“No! No killing,” Peter admonished, shoving Wade out of the way to take over once more. “Double D, I know you’re picky about who we uh- work on but this guy is terrible.”

“Everyone we deal with is terrible.”

Peter made a noise of frustration and finally, Matt conceded. With a sigh, he motioned for them to speak. “Fine. Who is it?”

There was a pause as Peter and Wade looked at each other, like they hadn’t expected him to give in so easily.

“He goes by the name Predator. You know the human trafficking ring? Well, some of them are involved in a dog fighting ring too. That’s what Predator’s been tracking down.”

Deadpool took over from there, pushing Peter aside with a gentle shove and taking his place two inches from Matt’s face.

“Mr. Predator-What’s-His-Face is taking down the dog fighting ring. Only problem that poor, sweety Petey has with this is that he’s taking down the people and the dogs.”

“He kills them, Red!”

While his teammates were perfectly capable of making complete sense on their own, their words might as well have been gibberish.

It took him a moment to piece the puzzle together.

Well. That certainly wouldn’t stand.

“What kind of intel do you have on him?”

—-—

Two nights later saw the three of them up on a rooftop, a fair distance away from their usual spot. It had taken hours of dedication and a lot of patience but, finally, they had gotten the information they needed.

Of course, most of Matt’s time had been spent corralling the other two rather than actually interrogating his informants, but it didn’t matter.

They’d gotten what they needed in the end.

In just short of an hour, there would be a group of the city’s worst thugs arriving for a show. Already, Matt could hear the dogs snarling and growling within the run-down warehouse.

It didn’t take long for Predator to show up.

The first thing Matt noticed was his heartbeat. Loud and fast, pounding away with a barely concealed anger that coursed through him.

Matt was familiar with the feeling. 

From the snickers and snarky comments coming from the left of him, he could gather that the guy had a pretty… intense costume. Black and covered in silver spikes, with a mask straight from a low-budget horror movie if Spidey and Deadpool were to be believed.

Just as he opened his mouth to tell them to shut up, there was a sudden commotion from the building next door.

All previous amusement was forgotten as the sound of shattered glass rang. Matt didn’t need his enhanced senses to hear the piercing screams that followed.

The three of them took off like a shot from a gun.

What remained of the window pane shattered as Matt crashed through it, followed closely behind by Spidey.

Deadpool chose a more… ostentatious entrance.

He came in through the front, kicking the door down and practically screaming the words to some 2010s pop song. The singing – if you could call it that – continued throughout the ensuing fight and, annoying as it was, Matt couldn't help being impressed with Deadpool's lung capacity.

Matt ducked to avoid a flying fist, popping up to deliver his own blow immediately after, and was met with the chorus of some god-awful sailor song.

After the fight, he would tell Deadpool that he hadn’t known he was there. He would say it was an accident, he got too caught up in the fight. But in the moment, he was all-too-glad to shut him up with a fist to the mouth.

The three of them ducked and weaved, working like a well-oiled machine, as their opponents began to drop like flies around them.

While Spidey was more acrobatic, jumping and flipping over whoever was in his way, Deadpool was all muscle and sharp blades, cutting down anyone brave enough to stand in his way. The two of them were complete opposites, with Matt's style falling somewhere between the two extremes.

By the time the fight was over, the three of them were breathing heavily. The sound of loud barking pierced through the post-fight haze and, as his senses returned to him, Matt’s focus shifted to the reason they were here in the first place.

Predator.

The man in question was standing just feet away, a slight wheezing coming from his leather-clad chest as he heaved in breath after breath. He wasn’t as used to this as the other three and it showed.

Without a glance at the them, he began to approach the dogs tied up in the corner, serrated steel blade in hand.

Deadpool was the first of them over there, throwing an arm around Predator’s shoulders and pulling him in for a side hug. Given the height difference between them – Predator was about five seven to Deadpool’s six three – it made for a bit of an awkward maneuver. 

“Somebody’s been a naughty, naughty boy,” he said, swaying from side to side and pinning the guy’s head against his chest, wrenching his neck with each movement.

To his credit, Predator fought tooth and nail to get free, cursing under his breath all the while. Against Deadpool’s hulking form, it was no use.

The other two watched the proceedings, making no move to intervene. Matt had been on the receiving end of that treatment far too many times, he was more than happy for it to happen to someone else this time.

When Deadpool finally released his captive, shoving him towards Matt and Spidey, the two were on him like white on rice.

Spidey caught him as he stumbled, steadying him quickly before letting him go as if he’d been burned. Not seconds after he had released the man, Matt was in his face, teeth bared in the Daredevil snarl that had sent much braver people running for their lives.

“What the hell!?!” The man took a staggering step back, his back slamming into the support pillar behind him as he tried to put some distance between him and the devil. “What's this 'sposed to be?”

Daredevil moved, pinning the man against the pillar in the blink of an eye. He leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke. “A little arachnid told me you’ve been picking fights with the dogs."

Predator tried to protest but a quick slam of his head to the stone pillar shut him up.

"Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to go home, pack up that costume, and forget you ever wore it.”

"And? What if I don’t?”

His question was met with a thoughtful hum, as if Daredevil was simply pondering the question.

Out of nowhere, he slammed Predator against the pillar once more, a loud crack ringing out.

Leaning in close, he hissed something far too quiet to hear. Whatever it was had Predator blanching, frantically shoving at the devil’s chest with all his strength.

Matt just grinned, a feral bearing of teeth. The action was designed to intimidate and by God, it worked.

Daredevil released his prey, allowing the man to stagger back a few steps until he hit the wall. Predator took a few seconds to gather his senses before he was off like a rabbit, scrambling away from the run-down warehouse.

With that dealt with, Matt turned.

A little ways away, Spidey sat crouched on the ground, trying to convince the dogs to accept some belly rubs from him.

Given that said dogs were snarling giants, straining to escape and just barely held back by only the chains around their necks, he wasn’t making much progress.

Matt found Deadpool over in the opposite corner of the room, cooing and speaking to something on the ground.

A step closer revealed it to be a rat.

A hulking, beefcake of a rat.

Such a creature was a staple in New York, as fearless as Daredevil himself. Which may explain its tolerance of the massive, masked human looking back at him. As Deadpool chattered to the rat, telling it all about his day, the creature simply stared at him, nose twitching.

Standing in the middle of the abandoned warehouse, listening to Spidey coo at the dogs and Deadpool monologue to the rodent, Matt was hit with the realization that these were the people he worked with every night to keep his city safe.

...

Dear lord, New York was screwed.

[stuck-in-2012]

A proper Christman gift

S01E03 Doomed

“I made an exact mashed potato replica of principal coulson!” Sam smiled as he held out the faux head on a tray.

“...and a potato sculptor,” Peter thought to himself.

S01E09 Field Trip

“Hey check it out!” Sam turns over his shoulder to show the coloured sketch he drew to Peter. “Pretty cool right? I’m gonna see if Fury will pay for the spikes.”

S01E17 Snow Day

“Uhh my bad.” Sam frowned down at Luke as he dumped out the sand he intended to use on his now ruined sculpture.

S02E02 Electro

“You just got own-dizzled, old style!” Sam held out the large paper he'd been using for the game of pictionary.

AKA: no one talks about how much of an artist Sam is! / The first holiday episode made me mad, so I added a happy ending.

“Bunny slippers are just… ach!”

Danny and Peter made eye contact at Sam’s reaction. Pete had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing and spoiling everything, though he could see the tiny hint of mischief in Danny's smile.

After getting the oversized hat, Peter looked back at Sam’s disgruntled face, allowing himself to snerk and giggle. Sam made a glare and went to lash out at Pete being an ass but was cut off when Danny also gave a small huff. Peter took off the hat, smiled, and reached behind the couch. “Dude, we’re not that mean.”

Pete pulled out a large wrapped object. At seeing the colourful paper, Sam shoved the gag-gift and box onto the floor. The boy was skeptical given the relation between Spidey and Nova, but Danny was in on it too -and Peter said “we”- so Sam had some trust that whatever was in this box would actually be a gift. The fact that it was a semi large box didn’t hurt his intrigue, either. The box was about two by one foot but only three inches tall, give or take.

Peter stepped over to Sam's place on the couch and handed him the box, Sam's hand bobbed down, surprised at the weight. Not heavy, but heavi-er­ than he was expecting. Peter and Danny both had beaming smiles, they almost seemed more excited for Sam’s gift than he was.

“Ya gonna open it or what?” Ava snarked.

Sam rolled his eyes at her and tore into the paper. The first satisfying shred exposed a leathery texture. Sam ran his fingers over the surface, again surprised, before continuing. Revealed, was a large though thin case with golden coloured clasps and handle to carry.

“A brief case?” Sam had no issues this evening sharing displeasure.

“It’s what's inside the case, moron.” May nudged Peter lightly at his insult.

“We do believe you will be rather fond of its contents.” Danny’s smile had only grown bigger as the case was unveiled.

Sam flipped the latches in sinque and leant back as though something would jump out at him. He opened the case a crack to get a preview of what may be inside and was greeted with some odd shapes and bright colours. When the case was open fully, one would think it was full of cash with how Sam’s face lit up in wonder. His jaw dropped gently as his eyes practically sparkled.

“ih… It’s ok if you don’t like it.” Peter’s brow knit with worry.

Sam slammed the case closed and hugged it to his chest. “Don’t you dare!” He gave Peter a noticeably exaggerated expression of ‘I’m warning you’ and gave an extra lean away for emphasis.

“What is it, Sam?” May asked, almost coy. She knew of Peter's plan to do a gag gift but wasn’t aware of what the proper gift was.

Sam stumbled over words as an unbreakable smile stretched across his face. Not able to get out any coherent words, he opened the case back up and lay it flat on his lap. All along one side was a smooth gradient of coloured pencils. Stretched across the bottom, another pallet of oil paint tubes. White and metallic ink pens, oil pastels, a paint brush array, and collection of charcoal and graphite pencils.

“Damn,” Luke dragged out in approval.

Excited at Sam’s joy over something he did, Peter bounced with an open smile. “Oh it gets better.” Sam looked over in excitement and bafflement. How could this get even better?! “You see the little loops in the middle of the bottom? Pull.”

Sam did as instructed and the inside came out and split into two supported shelves. Underneath was again a full pallet of water colour paints and fancy markers. Sam sputtered and floundered over all the supplies.

“Sorry the top doesn’t open, too.” Peter teased apologetically.

Sam sputtered and waved his hands over the rainbows in his lap looking at Peter with a gleeful face. He, May, and Danny laughed happily at Sam’s reaction to the gift. Sam’s hands hovered over the different supplies, hesitant to disturb the pristine packaging each different material had.

Ava gave a light laugh as she said, “I think you broke him.”Sam sent a heatless glare at the girl before finally audibly laughing. He gave Peter and May an inquisitive look before giving a reverse not in Danny’s direction at the realization. This was no doubt expensive. There's no way the Parkers would be able to afford it without some juggling or over time but thankfully Pete went to Danny about it. If just Peter had busted his ass to make the cash, Sam would take it with no hesitation but seeing as May seemed in on everything, Sam didn’t like the idea of her putting in so much extra effort for something so frivolous. But Danny’s loaded, so forget all of that.

[continue?]

[ironicandpunny]

Anyway, I wrote a Parksborn fanfic. Pls read and enjoy

[4shtronomy]

NEW CHAPTER

Hi!!! I just posted a new chapter of my spider-man AU MCU+marvel 616, spideytorch, team red, anti iron dad fic!!! It contains some shenanigans with May, Wade and Matt. Some MJ (Michelle) and Pete starting their friendship and some group chat shenanigans!! Any questions I'll be glad to answer!!

I actually hate writting dialogue... So sorry guys but that's something this fic will sadly lack...

[threefandomsinatrenchcoat]

Peter has the dire misfortune of living with the Avengers while knowing what Wattpad is what goes on there. It's a struggle every day.

[adrixivy]

I can imagine Peter using his enhanced hearing to hear other people’s gossip. And whenever someone’s bored, they’ll walk up to Peter to hear the most wildest gossip he has ever heard from people that he doesn’t even know.

Natasha and Clint are with Peter in the mall. They’re undercover and they’re just simply waiting around for the suspect or criminal to appear. Natasha notices Peter concentrated on something. He seems to be straining his ears but he’s looking around too for the criminal

Natasha: Pete, what’s going on?

Peter looks up at Nat for a moment then smiles.

Peter, relaying information as he hears it: I’m hearing from a pair of guys in the mafia about their boss who is the son of one of the most powerful mafia dons in the city and that he accidentally-no idea how he accidentally did that-kidnapped the daughter of someone who owns one of the most famous hotel chains in Italy. The guy is now secretly dating the daughter and they’re hiding their relationship from her parents for a month now. Oh she’s pregnant with his child too-

Clint and Natasha, dumbfounded, staring at Peter like what he said was something completely made up but knowing Peter and his enhanced hearing, it’s probably not. And they’re intrigued.

Natasha clears her throat after a moment: Continue.

They nearly lost track of the criminal but Peter’s spidey sense tingled and he groans before he points the duo to the criminal that just spotted them and pushing through people to run. Clint whines as he runs after the man and Natasha is already ahead of the two

Clint, honestly disappointed and wanted to hear more: OH C’MON I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Peter also disappointed but the mission comes first: MR BARTON, NOT THE TIME!

—————

Peter comes back from school one day and enters the lab, seemingly thinking of something and he’s not caring about his surroundings. He drops his bag and he’s pacing around and it suddenly turned to him walking around on the ceiling when Tony turned his back for a moment. Tony is immediately concerned. No matter how many times Peter sticks to the ceiling, he’s still worried he’ll fall

Tony, looking up at his kid on the ceiling: Can you come down and tell me what you’re thinking up there?

Peter, jumps down and lands on his feet and looks up at Tony for the first time: I think Flash is gay for me.

Tony’s brain just short circuited and he’s staring at Peter blankly as Peter continues. The kid that bullied his kid?? Is gay for his son?? Huh?

Peter: Well not me me. I mean Spider-man. I heard from people as I walk down the hall that he has Spiderman as his wallpaper on his phone. His room is apparently covered in Spiderman pictures that people take online. He has a framed selfie of Spiderman on his desk that I posted on my Instagram account just two days ago. And one of the girls said he has made a fanfic of Spiderman x Reader on wattpad and it has tons of votes. Should I be scared?

Tony, taking a few minutes to process the information before he grabs Peter’s shoulder: I’ll put a restraining order on him for you.

OR

Peter is the go-to person when heroes want blackmail or gossip about other heroes because he ALWAYS happens to overhear or know something about it. Sometimes they don’t even have to approach him and he just dumps the information onto them. Like you want information? Peter ‘Always Hearing’ Parker is the person you go to.

Wade is seating with Peter as they both eat their nightly meal after patrol together. Wade strikes a conversation about Daredevil all the sudden and Peter’s attention is immediately piqued

Wade: You know Daredevil just busted my job the other day? I was going after this group who steals priceless artifacts to be sold on the black market and I needed a certain ring that my client wanted. Then that shithead just came in, knocked the guys out that I was about to kill and steals a necklace and goes away. Thank god he didn’t steal what I needed-

Peter out of nowhere: He’s dating Felicia that’s why he took the necklace. To impress her.

Wade nearly drops his chimichanga but catches it and looks at Peter in shock as he gasps dramatically.

Wade: How would you know that, baby boy!

Peter: Overheard them together. Saw things. If I wasn’t dating you, that’ll be the start of my villain arc-

Wade is immediately asking what else Peter knows about the other vigilantes or heroes and Peter spent an extra hour in patrol just to tell Wade the things he heard and Wade thinks it the wildest shit he ever heard. More wild than the fanfics people post about him and his baby boy. But he loves those fanfics and he is definitely using the knowledge he just gained to his advantage.

Yeah he knows about the fanfics guys. A03 or Wattpad.

He knows. And love it. Keep up the good work

[pinkolve]

The Love Drug-Peter Parker

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Summary: Peter is hit with a love drug while on a mission, causing him to act upon his romantic feelings for you.

Genre: FLUFF

CW: VERY aggressive reader, lots of swearing on readers part, first person point of view, fem!reader x tom hollands!spiderman, reader's kinda bitchy but rightfully so, protective reader, reader seems a little rude to Pete but it's just playful banter i swear, use of y/n, shy Peter because ofc, and i think that's it!

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My first fanfic on this blog that isn't from Criminal Minds, yippiee!! I decided to write a fanifiction with a similar premise to 'sex pollen.' Since I suck at writing smutty fics, I did a fluffy version!! Enjoyyyy!!

“Tony!” I shout throughout the tower, my footsteps are fast and heavy. “Tony, please!” I will myself to run faster, pushing forward. I’ve been running around the building for twenty minutes now. Tony took part of the team, including Peter, on a dangerous mission. He insisted Peter was ready for it even though I argued against it. They were dealing with a villian similar to Poison Ivy, and Tony called me informing me Peter had been hit with a mysterious substance. I didn’t even ask any questions before running for the lab. 

As I run, there’s no sign of anyone. No voices, no other footsteps, nothing. I turn, passing a corner, almost breaking my ankle. “Tony!? Anyone?!” I slam open the glass doors to the lab, hearing them hit the wall harshly. 

“Y/N, you’re here.” Bruce greeted me. 

“Where is he?” I immediately walk towards the curtain he’s standing next to, his hand comes out and stops my movements. 

“You can’t see him right now.” 

“Then why the fuck would Tony call me down here?!” I hiss. I push his arm away. “Move.” I say through gritted teeth. I pull the curtain back to see a very sick Peter. 

His eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are blown. There’s sweat collecting on his forehead and down his chest, droplets falling down his stomach. His breathing is heavy, like he can’t even breathe. All he’s wearing is a pair of boxers and almost every part of him is tinted pink. 

“Y/N?” He looks over at me with his big puppy dog eyes, tears welling up at the corners. “I didn’t think I was gonna get to see you.” He practically whines. His hand reaches out for me and I take it in mine, nearly burning myself. Why is he so hot? 

“Why’d you think that?” 

“Bruce and Tony…They told me I couldn’t.” He sighs heavily, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. “Wanted to see you so badly.” 

“Well, I’m here now.” I squeeze his hand tighter. Bruce grabs my shoulder. 

“Y/N, you really can’t be here…” I roll my shoulder back, knocking his hand off. 

“Try and move me and you’re a fucking dead man, Banner.” I scowl. His eyes widen and he takes a step back. 

“Y/N!” Tony runs in, moving to stand next to me. “Bruce is right, you really need to leave.” He almost begs. 

“If I can’t be here why the fuck did you call me!?” I let go of Peter’s hand to face Tony, practically fuming by now. 

“Y/N.” Peter whines again, his eyes are closed and he’s reaching for me. 

“Sorry, Pete.” I whisper softly. I grab his hand with both of mine and hold tightly. His breathing seems to slow down. I can’t help but feel the strongest urge to give him whatever he wants. 

“Y/N, please.” 

“Say my name one more fucking time and I swear to god!” I turn to him again. “I will die before I leave him alone right now.” Peter whimpers and I sigh. “I’m not gonna die, Pete. It’s a figure of speech, baby.” I lean down and kiss his forehead. I pull back up and shake my head to myself, Did I just…kiss him? 

“Y/N, it’s not safe, and I know you’re starting to realize that.” Tony starts. “Peter was hit by a sort of…’Love Drug.’ It reveals certain feelings that his conscious mind usually wouldn’t.” I look between him and Peter. “He’s acting on all of the things he thinks about doing, but never does.” 

“When you say ‘feelings,’ you mean…?” I trail off. 

“Romantic feelings.” 

“The drug digs up any romantic feelings a person has and uses it against them. When hit with the drug all they can seem to think about is…That one person they have feelings for.” Bruce explains. My mouth goes slack and I look back at Peter. His body is back to its usual pale color, his breathing is almost normal, and he seems to have stopped sweating. 

“If they interact with the person they have feelings for…Does it act kind of like an antidote?” I think outloud. Tony and Bruce look at me with furrowed brows. 

“What do you mean?” Bruce starts. 

“Look at him.” I point and they follow my finger. “His sweating has gone down, his body isn’t pink or exceedingly warm anymore, and his breathing is normal. He even fell asleep.” Bruce and Tony exchange a look. 

“Okay…Maybe you should stay.” Tony nods. 

“No fucking shit.” I growl. 

“Watch your language.” Tony warns. 

“Oh, piss off Stark.” 

***

I’m sitting in a chair beside Peter’s cot, his hand still in mine. I didn’t dare let go, not when he was sleeping so peacefully. I lay my head against the cot and occasionally squeeze Peter’s hand. 

“Okay.” Tony comes back into the room with a thin manilla folder and a bottle of…Some kind of liquid. He walks to stand beside me and hands me the bottle. 

“This should remove all traces of the drug from his system.” I look between him and the bottle. 

“Why are you giving it to me?” 

“I figured it’d be better if you gave it to him. He might wake up and not remember much, I think you should be the one to calm him down. Bruce and I are gonna go do some more research on the drug.” I nodded and stared down at the bottle. 

“Is he gonna remember being all…Clingy with me.” I ask, gesturing to our still interlocked hands. 

“I’m not sure.” Tony answers simply. 

“Okay.” Tony pats my shoulder before leaving the room. I take a deep breath before slowly removing my hand from Peter’s. He whimpers softly but stays asleep. I pop the seal off the bottle and gently put it to his lips. I push it past them a little and start pouring the liquid into his mouth, he swallows it instinctively. I pull it away once the bottle is empty and put the cork back inside, Peter begins to stir. 

“Y/N?” He whispers, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hi, Pete.” I whisper back. 

“What’s going on?” He looks around before sitting up abruptly. I place a hand against his chest to keep him still. 

“Calm down, it’s okay. You got hit with a drug on the mission, the team brought you back here. You’re all healed now, so there’s nothing to worry about.” He looks at me again. 

“What kind of drug?” His eyebrows furrow. 

“Apparantly it was a Love Drug.” I look away from his eyes as my cheeks start to feel hot. Peter’s silent for a while before he speaks again. 

“So…When you came in and I held your hand, and wouldn’t let you leave…That wasn’t a dream.” 

“No it was not.” 

“You kissed me.” 

“What?” I look up at him with wide eyes. 

“My forehead, you kissed it.” My mouth hangs open and I stutter. 

“Well I mean…Yeah, yeah I did.” 

“Did that…Mean anything?” He asks, his eyes are avoiding mine as I stare at him. I smile at his pink cheeks and let out a soft, breathy laugh. 

“Yes, Peter. It did mean something.” He looks back at me with twinkling eyes. 

“What did it mean?” I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. 

“It means I like you dumbass.” I smile. He smiles back, grinning like a crazy person. Our eyes are locked on each other, and I don’t think they’ll be moving any time soon. 

“Cool.” He sighs. “I like you too.” 

“I figured as much.” We both laugh. 

“You wanna…Go out sometime?” 

“Do you really have to ask?” I scoff. “Yes, I would like to go out sometime.” 

“Just kiss already, goddamn!” Tony yells from another room. 

“Shut up, Stark!” I scream. I turn back to Peter with a smile and we both lean in, our lips meeting for a passionate kiss.

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when peter met nellie..

chapter 1: the moment i met you, i thought i‘ll jump of a cliff. 

I always told myself that I would get married in a castle with my prince charming or that my first kiss would be from a superhero. But those were just the thoughts of a little girl who dreamed of things far beyond her reach.

I used to think love was easy—easy to find, easy to feel, easy to hold onto. But when I hit my teenage years, my perspective twisted.

Books never mentioned that boys could be complete douchebags. They never warned me that dating apps existed, where you could swipe left or right like people were disposable. They never said that love wasn’t always like the movies.

I had gone on a few dates, had a few relationships, but they never went anywhere—at least, nowhere good. And yet, I remained hopeful, because I loved love.

I loved the idea that somewhere out there, someone was waiting—just for me.

And looking back, I should have known that Peter Parker would be the bane of my existence. Or, as some might call it, fate. Maybe even the one who waited.

But at fifteen, you don’t always see the obvious.

Before I truly met Peter, I was an intern at Oscorp Industries—a big deal for a high school sophomore. Even now, I still don’t know how I landed the opportunity, but maybe it was meant to happen. Science was my life. While other kids my age were busy worrying about prom dates and football games, I was spending my weekends analyzing DNA sequences and studying biochemical reactions.

My goal was to work at Oscorp full-time one day—maybe even lead my own research project. I was serious about it. Maybe too serious sometimes.

Which is why I hated field trip days.

That afternoon, a group of students from Midtown High was scheduled to visit, meaning my workspace would be invaded by a bunch of students who probably didn’t care about what we were doing here. Most of them were probably just here for extra credit or to get out of a test, and I had little patience for any of it.

I had been assigned to help lead the tour alongside Dr. Connors—answering questions and making sure no one touched anything they weren’t supposed to. It wasn’t exciting, but it was better than sitting in a classroom. That was until I heard a name that made me inwardly groan.

Peter Parker.

I didn’t go to Midtown, but I knew that name. Everyone in the science circuit did.

And not just because he was a so-called genius, but because my neighbor, Liz Allan, once had a thing with him. I had heard all about how he broke her heart—some drama about prom night, though I never asked for details.

He was the kind of person people couldn’t stop talking about—a prodigy, a teenage genius, someone whose mind was years beyond his age. My age. He won every science fair, had published academic papers, and was practically the golden boy of Midtown High’s academic program.

But, apparently, he was also a heartbreaker.

I never had a problem with intelligence. And I wasn’t jealous. But what I had heard—what I was about to experience firsthand—was that Peter Parker knew he was smart. And worse, he thought he was the smartest person in any room.

The moment he stepped into the lab, I braced myself.

“Okay, okay, this is cool,” Peter said, glancing around wide-eyed. His friend, Ned Leeds—a slightly nervous-looking guy in a hoodie—nudged him.

“I thought you already knew everything, dude.”

Peter grinned. “I mean, I do, but I like to be impressed sometimes.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything.

It was true what everyone said about him. But they never mentioned how weirdly attractive he was—for a nerd.

Peter wasn’t scrawny; he was tall and built. His chestnut-colored eyes were bright, and his curly, chocolate-brown hair shone under the cold fluorescent lights. He wasn’t ugly, that was for sure. But his personality? That was far from the perfect description of every nerd, girls swooned over in books and movies.

Dr. Connors began the tour, explaining some of the research we were doing, and I did my part, demonstrating some of the simpler experiments we used for controlled studies. It was going fine—until Peter opened his mouth.

“You know,” he said, tilting his head as he watched me set up a reaction, “this would work a lot faster if you adjusted the temperature by a couple of degrees.”

I glanced at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re working with an enzyme reaction, right? The activation energy threshold is too low. If you increase the heat just slightly, you’ll see the reaction speed up without denaturing the protein.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I know how enzymes work.”

Peter shrugged. “Just saying. You don’t have to do it the slow way.”

I forced a smile, keeping my voice even. “This is a controlled experiment. We’re demonstrating fundamental principles, not trying to rush a result.”

Ned elbowed him. “Dude, let her do her job.”

Peter held up his hands, grinning. “Hey, I’m just trying to help.”

I could feel my face heating up—not with embarrassment, but with frustration. I knew my position, knew I could do anything, including kicking him out of the lab. And after all these years, I still wonder—what if I had?

Dr. Connors cleared his throat. “Parker, if you’d like to conduct your own experiments, I’m sure Oscorp will be happy to accept your internship application next year.”

Peter’s smirk faltered. “Uh, right. Sorry.”

He straightened up, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets, but I could feel his presence still lingering. As if he wanted to get under my skin.

I turned back to my work, determined to ignore him. But, of course, he wasn’t done.

“So,” Peter said after a few minutes, “what school do you go to?”

“Not Midtown,” I replied flatly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I got that. You don’t exactly seem thrilled to see us.”

“I’m thrilled to be working,” I said. “Not babysitting.”

Ned let out a low whistle. “Oof. Burn.”

Peter, to my surprise, laughed. “Okay, okay, I deserved that. But seriously, where do you go?”

“Standard High.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

Peter crossed his arms. “Fancy.”

Funny story—Standard High and Midtown High were kind of rivals in the Academic Decathlon competition. I used to be on the team, but I left when I got my internship at Oscorp.

For a second, I thought he might actually drop it. But then—

“So, do you even like it here?” he asked, motioning around the lab.

I stared at him. “What kind of question is that?”

“I mean, you’re obviously smart. But do you actually like doing this stuff, or are you just trying to impress your teachers?”

I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have to impress anyone. Unlike you.”

Ned sucked in a breath. “Oh, man, she’s got you figured out.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, but instead of looking offended, he looked… amused. Like he had just found a new puzzle to solve. I hated that look. I barely knew him, only his name and stupid face already.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “this was fun.” His chestnut-brown eyes were still locked on mine, a soft, amused glint in them. His gaze flickered to my name tag, and for a moment, I could have sworn he remembered my name, forever.

“For you, maybe,” I muttered.

As the tour wrapped up, I thought that would be the last time I saw Peter Parker. He was just some obnoxious kid from another school, someone I’d never have to deal with again.

But as he walked out of the lab, he glanced back at me, grinning. “See you around, intern.”

I didn’t know it then, but he was right.

I would see Peter Parker around.

More than I ever wanted to.

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My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

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Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

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🕸️☠️KINKTOBER 2023 🎃👻

* my very first kinktober!!

hope everyone enjoys these fanfics and you can always do a request for kinktober as well!!

Day 1: Bradley Bradshaw (halloween party)

Day 2: JJ Maybank (cockblocking)

Day 3: Harry Styles (Shower Sex)

Day 4: Austin!Elvis Presley (father figure)

Day 5: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Getting Caught)

Day 6: Jack Chambers (Having An Affair)

Day 7: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Throwing a Party)

Day 8: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (Taking Polaroids)

Day 9: Ashton Irwin (Car Sex)

Day 10: John B (Late Night Talking)

Day 11: Arthur Curry (Swimming Around)

Day 12: Shawn Mendes (Going To a Hotel)

Day 13: Austin Butler (After Party)

Day 14: Luke Hemmings (Australian Love Affair)

Day 15: Damon Salvatore (Vampire Training)

Day 16: Colby Brock (Finally Meeting)

Day 17: Louis Tomlinson (Wearing Lingerie)

Day 18: Joe Burrow (Having Sex At a Nightclub)

Day 19: Calum Hood (Being His Personal Stripper)

Day 20: Harry Styles (Being His Favorite Prostitute)

Day 21: Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw (11th Anniversary)

Day 22: Brian O’Conner (Married To Him)

Day 23: Ponyboy Curtis (Running Away)

Day 24: Clark Kent (Saved By Superman)

Day 25: Steve Rogers (Being Captain America’s Assistant)

Day 26: Rafe Cameron (Sex On The Beach)

Day 27: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (Sneaking Around)

Day 28: Theo Raeken (Keeping a Secret)

Day 29: Elvis Presley (Being His Mistress)

Day 30: Michael Emerson (The Lost Boy)

Day 31: Peter Parker (To The Edge of Heaven)

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Killer (Kate Bishop x reader) by @upat4amwiththemoon

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Never Let Go (Kate Bishop x reader) by @lightupthemoon

Frost Covered Window (Kate Bishop x reader) by @mayfieldss

The Scrapbook of You and I (Kate Bishop x reader) by deactivated account

Bullseye (Kate Bishop x deaf!reader) by @olsenmyolsen

Home Is In Your Arms (Kate Bishop x reader) by @crappy-writings

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In Every Lifetime (Bucky Barnes x reader) by @wkemeup

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I've Got You (Bucky Barnes x reader) by @onceuponastory

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Criminal Minds

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I Guess Sometimes We All Get Just What We Wanted (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @bi-bard

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Sneaking Out (Derek Morgan x daughter!reader) by @rachaelswrites

Top Gun

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Sweetest Devotion (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @sometimesanalice

Don't Mess With The Storm (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @mamsieur

A Glimpse of Them (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @bradshawsbaby

G-Lock Too Far (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @frost-queen

Let Your Senses Guide You (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @topguncortez (⚠️TW : panic attack)

Untitled (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @callsign-phoenix

Making You Proud (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x daughter!reader) by @justabigassnerd

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Outer Banks

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Supernatural

Those Christmas Lights (Light Up The Street) (Dean Winchester x child!reader) by @yourmomxx

I'll Always Cath You (Dean Winchester x sister!reader) by @winchesters-favorite-girl

Brother, Brother (Dean Winchester x sister!reader) by @castiwls

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Say You Want Me Too (Robin Buckley x reader) by @sparklingsin

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Favorite Song (Steve Harrington x sister!reader) by @alyswritings

Bridgerton

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Joy (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) by @redheadspark

Pinkish Clouds (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) by @d-targaryenshoe

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You’ve Got Me (Jackson Avery x reader) by @starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies

Part.1 - Part.3

[kitschykarcass]

Gauze

(or Peter Parker is a hot mess and Tony is there to comfort him)

Shocked was one word to describe how Tony felt.

He knew that Peter was going to be later than usual because of a dentist appointment but Peter failed to mention that it was not your usual cleaning and check-up. 

The uncommon quiet following the opening of the elevator doors is what first drew Tony’s attention away from his current blueprint and towards the slightly pathetic looking boy.

Said boy, walked off the elevator into the lab, bloody gauze in mouth.

Tony took a second to look him over before speaking.

“What the hell happened Pete? I thought you were just getting your teeth cleaned!”

“It’s not a big deal.”

As Peter spoke, he visibly struggled to get the words out and keep the spit in. Tony, of course, noticed, his frustration with the boy only growing.

“For the protege of the world’s most famous genius, you aren’t too bright are you.”

Despite his limited facial control, Peter managed to make his offense visible.

Tony in turn, raised his eyebrows before responding.

“Come one P, you really, genuinely believe that is not a big deal. You have blood on your shirt.”

Peter looked down then and clearly noticed the stain for the first time and let out a small displeased whine.

“What the hell did they even do to you?”

Peter repositions the gauze before answering.

“They took out one of my teeth, it was infected."

At that, Tony closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths to compose himself.

“You had a tooth infection so bad it had to be pulled and you didn’t think to tell me?” 

While he said it, Tony could help but think that he sounded like a disappointed father.

Peter turned his stare downwards and mumbled back:

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

"Peter..."

Tony let out a sigh while rubbing at temples.

“...you aren’t bothering me by telling me what is happening in your life. I need to know these things. If I knew about this, I would have told you to take the day and rest, maybe send some ice cream to your apartment. I would never be bothered.” 

Peter doesn’t respond, Tony still unable to see his face.

“Once you are feeling better, we’re going to have a conversation about you lacking the ability to take care of yourself. That sounds like a plan?"

He pauses a moment, waiting for a reply

All he gets is a series of small sniffles.

“Alrighty, enough of that. Let’s get you over the couch.”

He reaches out to grab Peter’s upper arm and guide him towards a small living room set that Pepper insisted he get for the lab.

The kind gesture is the last straw for Peter and he bursts into tears the second Tony's hand touches his arm.

Tony remains surprisingly calm in light of the sudden outpouring of emotion. He rubs Peter’s shoulder gently while guiding him to the couch.

Peter sits down cautiously, clearly afraid of moving too suddenly and causing more discomfort. Tony joins him and pulls him into a tight hug.

They stay like that for a while, Tony rubbing soothing circles on Peter's back as he lets out all the feelings from the undoubtedly miserable day.

Neither says anything until they pull apart.

To Tony’s surprise, it is Peter who speaks first. Although, he can hardly hear it from the muffling of the gauze.

“I don’t feel good Mr. Stark.”

“Oh buddy.” Is all Tony can manage to say before Peter is crying again.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” They are back to hugging again, both having stopped caring about the mix of snot, silva, and blood getting on their clothes.

Eventually, they pull themselves apart, Tony breaking the silence this time.

“How about you lay down and we can watch something together? If you’re up for it, I can still get you that ice cream too.”

That draws a small smile from Peter.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. That would be nice.

Eeeeekkkk, this is my first fanfic! It isn't the best thing ever but I am trying to put myself out there more. I hope you enjoy!

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hi! I love you! It’s finals season and I’m barely scraping by and suffering lots, so I could use a fanfic to live through! What about a mini fic where Peter is doing some homework in his room (compound/tower, or just Tony’s house but Morgan doesn’t exist) and he has a pretty bad fever. Tony notices he’s getting frustrated really easy and checks his temperature and then lots of cuddles?

Another mini-fic! This time staring a feverish, grumpy little rain cloud Peter and a very dad-like Mr. Stark. :) Very very very mild angst and some good old-fashioned fluff. Oh. And Peter gets a hug.

Finals Week Heat 980 words

Peter sat at his desk in Mr Stark’s workshop and grasped a fistful of his hair. It was only Wednesday, and he was already burnt out. Finals had been going strong all week, and he still had two more to go. His worst subjects. Spanish and world history. He released his hair in favor of rubbing his eyes and stared at his notes. As they blurred in and out of focus he slammed his fist down on the desk.

“Easy, Pete,” Mr. Stark called from across the room. “ What’s got you all worked up over there?”

“Nothing!” Peter snapped before he could stop himself. But he was so exhausted he ached and his head was starting to throb. It was making him unreasonably irritable. “I'm not worked up! I’m just tired.”

Mr. Stark arched a single brow. “It’s only eight o’clock.”

“Does it matter? I’ve been busy for days! I think I’m allowed to be tired.” Peter flourished a dismissive hand and directed his attention to his notes. “Just go back to your work and leave me alone.”

“Hey,” Mr. Stark warned. But for some reason, Peter didn’t take the hint, He visibly bristled and narrowed his eyes.

“What?” he aggressively shouted. “I know you’re in the middle of at least three projects and I have to study. Actually. You know what? I’ll just take this to my room. It’s whatever.” Immediately, he started haphazardly stuffing things into his bag, ready to flee the situation before it escalated further.

“Nuh-uh, no way, no how. Sit back down Kid.” Mr. Stark stood up, taking on an authoritative posture. “We need to talk about your attitude.”

Peter knew he should listen, and any other day he probably would. However, the tension in his body was wound so tight, he snapped instead. “I don’t want to sit down and don't want to talk to you. I just want to get this done.”

Mr. Stark's jaw clenched. “Sit. Down. Now.”

Knowing it was best to give in, Peter threw himself into his chair and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Whether it was out of indignation or because an unexpected chill had consumed him, he wasn’t sure. Rather than contemplate it, he glared across the room.

“What are you studying for?”

“Finals. You know that,” Peter spat.

Mr. Stark’s face remained stoney as he regarded Peter with scrutiny. A few beats passed. He sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’ve been at it for hours with the flashcards, Kiddo. Why don’t you just call it a night?”

“Because I happen to like my 4.0 GPA, Mr. Stark!” The sarcasm was thick but the sentiment was genuine. He was at the top of his class and the pressure to remain in that slot was high. “If I don’t study, I don’t get to keep it.”

Mr. Stark's head tilted to the side. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I'm fine,” Peter grumbled. “Why?”

“You’re not usually this snippy with me,” Mr. Stark casually replied. He spanned the distance between them and ran his hand through Peter’s hair, down to his neck. The contact Made Peter shiver. “You’re burning up, Buddy,” Tony said, his voice significantly softer. “FRIDAY? Get me a tempt, will you?”

“Mr. Parker’s temperature is at one-hundred and two point three degrees.”

Mr. Stark nodded and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze.“Well, that settles it. You’re definitely done studying for tonight. The good news is, you’ll have a few extra days to review the material because you are definitely not going to school to-’”

“I have to go!” Peter growled. “I have finals to take!” He wished he didn’t. Staying home sounded idea.

“Nope. Zip it. The adult is talking.” Mr Stark, sent him a look, daring him to say anything else. Peter snapped his mouth shut. “You’re not going to school with a fever of a hundred and two. Not happening. You can make up the test.”

Peter slumped in his seat. “I want to be done with them,” he mumbled.

“And I want you to feel better,” Tony replied without missing a beat. His fingers went back to Peter’s hair. “You’re clearly miserable, Buddy,”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, his eyes beginning to water. He gathered a tremulous breath and closed his eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t feel good.”

“Okay, Kiddo. You’re going to be okay.” Mr. Stark wiped a stray tear from Peter’s cheek and hauled him into a firm hug. “Let’s get upstairs, hmm?”

Inside the elevator, Peter leaned into Mr. Stark. “Sorry, I yelled at you.”

“I’d say it’s okay, but I definitely don’t want you biting my head off like that,” Mr. Stark said. He paused to swipe the bangs off of Peter’s forehead. Probably gauging the fever again, in the process. “It would be much easier if you just told me when you were sick.”

Peter sighed, unsure of how to explain how difficult it was to satisfy literally everyone’s expectations. “I didn’t want to-” he began, but Mr. Stark cut him off quickly.

“Another time, Bud. We’ll talk about it another time.” They had arrived at the penthouse. Mr. Stark stepped inside first and gestured down the hall. “For now, go get in your pajamas and meet me on the couch. I’ll fetch you some meds, and we’ll watch a movie until you conk out on me.”

Peter huffed a small laugh, knowing that’s exactly what would happen. He’d arrive at the couch wearing his comfiest pajamas, soft blanket in hand. Mr. Stark would give him some pills and sit in the corner of the furniture. He’d allow Peter to burrow into his side and, together, they would pick a movie. Probably something science fiction. It didn’t really matter. Mr. Stark was right. He’d be warm and comfortable and sound asleep before they made it a quarter of the way in.

Super happy to see you again @yescaptainmarvel123875 I feel like it's been a while! Hope you are doing well and enjoy this fic!!