Request: I just read your imagine of “Spider-boy” and was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Y/N of course, dates Peter anyway and Tony isn’t happy about it and she takes a stand for her relationship knowing Peter is too scared to do so?? Can it also be fluffy.
A/N: Ugh I love fluff, I love writing fluff, I love reading fluff, I just love soft fluffy stuff. Also this is really long my bad.
“Meet you at eight then,” you confirmed with a giddy smile on your face. Ever since you started dating Peter your smile had yet to fade. He was just so sweet, and adorable. You were aware what boys your age could be like and after years of being hit on by the sons of your dad’s investors it felt good to just have an honest down to earth boy at your side.
“Who are you meeting at eight?” your dad’s voice startled you out of your thoughts.
“A friend,” you shrugged.
“Mr. Stark, are you prying into your daughter’s personal life,” you said with mock surprise. Honestly, the only thing you were surprised about was that he hadn’t put it together that you were dating Peter. In his defense, he had been busy lately, but either way, old age was making him dull.
“I know it’s a boy.”
“Do you know that?” you countered.
“Of course it’s a boy, you’ve been walking around here grinning for a month. If it’s not a boy then I need you to give me what ever drug you’re taking. I could use it.”
“How do you know it’s a boy? It could be a girl.”
“Touche. Is it?”
“I’ll never tell. Besides, we’re just meeting to go see a movie. That’s it Dad. I’ll be home before you even pull out the hard liquor.”
“Ha ha. When am I going to meet this person?”
“If I can help it, never.”
His phone rang saving you from the rest of this conversation. You sighed and looked at your phone with small smile. Peter had texted you the address to the little restaurant the two of you were meeting at. Another notification on your phone alerted you to a Stark Expo happening soon… which meant having to deal with Tony’s investors. You huffed a sigh, if only Tony wasn’t so opposed to you dating Peter, you would gladly bring him along. Peter made every situation bearable. You’d go to a million expos, and galas if Peter was there with you.
“Dad!” you called as you got out of bed, if you were really lucky, you’d be able to weasel out of the expo. He was still on the phone of course so you waited, all the while thinking about what to wear tonight. There was no need to be super put together, Peter didn’t seem to care either way, and when you dressed your best it only made him more flustered, and while that was adorable to watch you figured he deserved a break.
“Okay, squirt, so tell me about this date of yours,” Tony demanded as he hung up. You ignored his demand and continued with your own agenda.
“I have a test to study for tomorrow, I can’t go to the Expo,” you lied, you did have things to study for but nothing that couldn’t be put off.
“Well if your test is that important then you should study for it tonight and go to the Expo tomorrow.”
“I have plans tonight.”
“And we have plans tomorrow, i.e. the expo.”
“Your investors always bring their creepy ass sons, and honestly you’re worried about my date but those boys have no respect for women.”
“And your date does?”
“He’s my date isn’t he.”
“Oh so it is a boy.”
“Crap,” you hissed, having realized your mistake, “Listen, I’ve had this date planned for a week.”
“Study, tonight, bring your date to the Expo.”
“Unless there’s no test… then go out tonight, and still bring your date to the Expo,” Tony gave you a sly smirk. He knew he had won this battle. You sighed and thought it over, it seemed like this was kind of inevitable.
“Fine,” you pouted, “but you have to promise to be nice.”
“I will not make a promise I can’t keep.”
“You are such a pest,” you rolled your eyes, and looked at your phone to check the clock, “You’re late for a meeting.”
“Shit, we’ll talk about this more later.”
“Sure thing,” you responded dryly going back to your room. Well whether Peter wanted to tell your father yet or not it was happening, and there was nothing either of you could do to stop it. With that in mind you decided upon dressing nice, innocent enough to get past your father, but sexy enough that it would fluster Peter, perhaps making it easier for your to get your way.
The weird thing about writing is that certain words take on certain meanings in your head. It doesn’t matter if the context is completely different in the new work– you’re always thinking about it in terms of the old one, and you can never quite shake it.
Like when I write about Vixen!Peter, it’s too much of a mouthful to refer to the strip club as Valles Vicky’s Vixen Valley, so I just refer to it as The Valley instead.
Most of my understanding of strip clubs comes from research I did for a completely unrelated story, where the main character works as a stripper for a while. The homeless camp she’s from, and to which she keeps returning throughout the series for plot reasons? It’s also called The Valley.
[goes down on one knee, and presents the finest of candy ring pops] Peter, will you marry me?
Aren't rings supposed to be like 10% of your salary?
I stopped killing people with your help, so I am officially out of the mercenary business. In fact, I don't even have this month's rent.
[starts tearing up] We're both so poor.
Are you okay?
I'm just a little upset.
[stands up] Why??? Did I do something wrong? If you need more time, that's okay!!! I'm sorry for rushing things.
No, it's just-- [gets down on one knee] You beat me to the proposal. [presents a plastic Spider-Man ring]
[gingerly takes ring and puts it on his pinky since that's the only finger that it barely fits] You've made me the happiest man alive, I'll keep this until it breaks! Which might not be too long because I will probably lose my hand during a fight or some shit. [pulls him into a hug]
[smiles] Don't worry, I have more. [pulls out a whole bag]
And I'm sorry, but I'll probably eat yours when the ramen supply runs out.
You have a problem. But I got you covered, babe. [pulls out bag of ring pops] And they're all red.
[smiles] I love you. [pulls him into a kiss]