if you were the only girl

Kang Daniel “Bad Boy” Scenario
  • he was that bad boy in your school that everybody knew
  • was really popular but never showed interest in the girls that would shamelessly flirt with him
  • was known for always ditching class but no one really knew where he went
  • you’re not the type to ditch/miss class a lot but you received a call that your mom was in the hospital because she’d gotten a fracture from an accident
  • you ran out to the school entrance only to find that your bike was stolen while you were in class
  • “no no no no no!” you groaned in frustration. you had the other option of walking which was going to take 30 minutes which meant you’d miss seeing your mom before she went into surgery
  • you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle starting up and you saw daniel ditching class like usual
  • “hey kang daniel, you ditching again?”
  • he raised his eyebrow as if he was surprised to see you. “i cant stand to hear the teacher blab on about photosynthesis anymore its boring me to death. but why are you ditching?”
  • “im not ditching” you frowned “i have to go to the hospital because my mom got a fracture and is about to go into surgery”
  • “is she okay!?”
  • “yeah, thankfully shes going to be completely fine. she just broke a few bones while she was trying to move a super heavy box down the stairs… i mean the story is irrelevant. but basically i was trying to go see her before she went in for surgery, but someone stole my freaking bike so i have to walk”
  • “i can take you, im heading there anyways” daniel tossed you a spare helmet
  • your face lit up at his offer “are you serious? thanks so much!!”
  • once you guys got to the entrance of the hospital the motorcycle swerved to a stop making you basically get thrown off
  • “yah!”
  • “give me the helmet tomorrow at school!” daniel said before speeding off to park
  • you complained to yourself cursing daniel in your head as you dusted off your uniform and rushed inside
  • you went to the front desk and gave your information to the nurse
  • “she just went into surgery! she will be out in 4 hours so you can wait in the hallway if you would like”
  • you frowned, sad that you’d just missed her “oh okay”
  • you sat down in the hallway and observed all of the busy doctors and nurses shuffling past along with a few patients 
  • after trying to get some homework done, you felt your eyes drooping so you put your backpack in the seat next to yours and your lied down, using it as a pillow
  • “y/n y/l/n?”
  • you rubbed your eyes, looking around and remembering you were in the hospital
  • the doctor explained that your mom had gone through surgery just fine and was in a room resting and recovering and that you could see her
  • you nodded and eagerly followed him to see your mom
  • “hey honey” your mom gave you a weak smile
  • “you must be so tired” you said as you straightened out her bed sheets and pillows
  • “i’m alright” she said in that motherly tone you were so familiar with “how was your day at school sweetie?”
  • “it was okay, i got an A- on my math test!”
  • “good job, im proud of you” she smiled squeezing your hand lightly. “but y/n, where’d you get that jacket from? i dont recognize it”
  • you looked down and realized that you’d been wearing a black sweatshirt ever since you’d woken up from your nap in the hallway
  • “um…” you took off the jacket and saw K.D. written on the tag of the clothing “my friend let me borrow it”
  • daniel must’ve seen me in the hallway and covered me with his jacket
  •  you smiled and hugged the jacket closer to your body as the breeze from the air conditioning flowed through the room
  • the next day at school you saw daniel parking his motorcycle before class so you gave him back his helmet and jacket
  • “you didn’t have to give me your jacket” you teased him as he shoved it into his backpack
  • “you looked cold” he said blatantly and he started to walk away
  • you quickly caught up to him and poked his arm “hey why were you at the hospital anyway?”
  • daniel poked your forehead in response and let out a small smirk “none of your business”
  • that day in class, you found yourself getting distracted from the lecture and gazed out the window as you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle
  • you saw daniel speeding away once again as he wore that black hoodie he’d lent you
  • after school you went to visit your mom again and you noticed a vase of flowers by her bedside
  • “where’d those come from?”
  • “this sweet boy came by and dropped them off!”
  • “oh wow” you turned the vase around to admire the different colors “did he say why?”
  • “he said that he was a friend of yours” your mom smiled “daniel, i think it was?”
  • “kang daniel?” you nearly dropped the flowers in shock “he gave you these?”
  • you wouldn’t have imagined that in a million years because daniel was the type of guy that would ignore his teachers when they would call on him in class, would run away from police officers who chased him down, would reject girls when they asked him to dances… but he gave your mom flowers ?
  • “he just came by like 10 minutes ago, he might still be outside if you look for him.” your mom waved at you to go find him 
  • you looked through the hallways but found no sign of him so you cautiously peeked through some of the hospital rooms when someone tapped on your shoulder making you jump back
  • “thats an invasion of privacy you know”
  • “god daniel you scared me!” you sighed, clutching at your chest “i was looking for you anyways”
  • “why?” daniel pulled you aside as a nurse went out of the room you’d been snooping on
  • “i was just wondering why you’d given my mom flowers”
  • “is there something wrong with that?”
  • “no… but it was just…. unexpected. i mean we barely know each other”
  • “just think of it as a nice gesture” he responded with a smile
  • “hey daniel, who’s that?” one of the doctors that was walking by stopped to join you two
  • “just a school friend”
  • “ah i see.” the doctor put his hand out to shake your hand “i’m doctor kang”
  • “wait…. dr. kang…… is that your dad?” you said scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion “but….”
  • the doctor sighed “yeah this idiot skips lectures and flunks all of his classes even though his both of his parents are doctors. maybe one day you’ll realize that volunteering at a hospital isnt enough to get you a job here”
  • “volunteering?”
  • daniel’s ears went a little bit red as he explained “i volunteer with the kids here, just like spending time with them and stuff”
  • you hit daniel in the shoulder “aWWW THATS SO CUTE!!”
  • “but dont you dare try and tell anyone at school”
  • for the next week that your mom was recovering and going into check ups and whatnot daniel would come and visit to just chat with you and your mom
  • you’d even agreed to help him keep his grades up by tutoring him at the hospital 
  • daniel would open up to you and you to him and your mom was like “marry this boy”
  • sometimes you’d fall asleep by your mom’s side and he’d gently shake you to wake you up and you’d be super groggy and your hair would be all tangled and daniel would just laugh bc you look so cute
  • even after your mom was released from the hospital, you’d join him sometimes when he would spend time with the children in the hospital and you’d be amazed at how well he gets along with them
  • all the kids love him and would start making fun of you two
  • “are you guys getting married soon?”
  • “when will you kiss??”
  • “daniel do you like y/n?”
  • lots of blushing on both parts 
  • “yeah i do” daniel gave you a really small peck on your cheek making all of the kids squeal
  • “you better not be kidding kang daniel because i like you too”
  • daniel would just have a smug smile on his face and would put his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him
  • you would go out on dates after volunteering at the hospital to get ice cream
  • in fact your first kiss was when you two were just talking about random things when daniel noticed a bit of ice cream on your lip and leaned down and kissed you
  • “mmm, strawberry” he would give you a giant smile while you were blushing super hard
  • would also go on lots of dates to the animal shelter admiring all of the cats
  • you found a small cat that’s the runt of it’s litter and both of you fell in love
  • and when you smiled and talked about how you wished you could adopt it with daniel one day daniel began to imagine his future with you and how amazing and fun it would be

Originally posted by kngdaniel

anonymous asked:

Hi! what do you think about a relationship between an older woman and an younger guy? (when both are legal ofc) Do you think is problematic? Because a lot of people think is something weird and even disgusting sometimes

They think it’s disgusting because there is an age difference or because it’s the woman who is older?  

I have this female friend who was meeting guys from internet dating sites.  A few times she met guys who said they were much younger in their profile than they are in real life.  Example: They say they are 30 when in real life they are 40.  These guys told her that they felt like they had to lie about their age because they wanted to date girls in their 20′s but they would be discriminated against if the girls knew their real age and they wouldn’t even get a chance to date them and prove themselves first.  You know… because these guys only wanted to date younger women.  How do they not see the irony in this??? Some people are seriously fucked up.  The point being that some men feel that younger women are the only people worthy of their attentions and actively discriminate against women their own age or older.  This has been going on forever and is deeply embedded in many cultures. It’s been a long standing tradition that no one bats an eye at an older man with a  younger woman, but those same people flip out if it’s an older woman with a younger man.  It’s kinda pathetic.

But in real life, people are attracted to other people based on qualities that may not have anything to do with age.  I think it makes sense that people’s instinct is to try to find a mate close in age to themselves, mostly because you would be at a similar stage of life and likely have more in common than with someone significantly older or younger than yourself.  But the older you get, the less these age differences matter.  A 20 year old dating a 30 year old feels like a massive age difference.  But that same 10 year gap feels less significant if you talk about a 35 year old dating a 45 year old.  Or a 55 year old dating a 65 year old.  

And a lot of time, when you first start dating someone, you don’t know how old they are.  In Korea, they might ask you how old you are as soon as they meet you… but in most of the western world, that would be rude to ask.  So sometimes you find yourself with someone that you’ve been dating a few times and then realize “Crap! This person is way younger than I thought he/she was!”  I was on a second date with someone and only realized that he was significantly younger than me when I started piecing together when he talked about how long he had been working at his job and that it was his first job after graduating university.  A colleague of mine in her early 50′s found herself with a guy in his mid 20′s and neither one of them realized how old the other was until after they slept together the first time.  They both knew that she was older than him, but no one stopped to figure out exactly how much older.  Ultimately, he was cool with continuing dating but she called it off because she was freaked out by dating someone close in age to her own children.

I also know plenty of people who are in successful relationships where the two parties have an age gap.  I don’t care what the sex or gender of the people are.  Older man,  younger woman.  Older woman, younger man.  Same sex couples. If both parties are in the relationship because they truly enjoy each others company and they are happy with their situation, then it’s nobody else’s business what the age difference is.

Noise With the Silence

Summary: You were always the quiet one and usually slept in your own room. This being said, Finn needs quiet to sleep so you’re the only one he can turn to.

A/n: This fluff and fluffy. Enjoy!


The rain outside poured as you walked into your room. You were sharing a room with Dana, which wasn’t too bad. She was kind, but often left you alone. Although tonight, Mickie and the rest of the girls were throwing a party. 

“Hey, are you sure you didn’t want to come? I think you’d have fun, we can’t get too loud because of neighbors and stuff.” She offered as she was packing her bag again after changing. 

“No, thank you though. You have fun.” You told her with a weak smile. 

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Dream Girl

Kpop Member : BTS Hoseok

Genre: Angsty/ Fluff

Summary: You being the school loner never had a date to the dance, but maybe it should have stayed that way

Warning: Bullying.

Requests are open~

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Hoseok POV

The school prom is coming up and proposals and dates were popping up everywhere. And it was getting harder for me to find a girl to ask out. And my friends started to tease me about it too..

“Hoseok-ah come on you’re the only one with out a date. Who’s the lucky girl?” Namjoon smirked, I sighed, slumping in my chair as I ran my hand through my hair.

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@kathubs submitted: ☕️ and Willow and Tara please sweetie ❤️❤️❤️

☕  - cafes / coffee shop scenarios

“Decaf no-whip low-whip maple syrup extra fat high fructose to go?” mumbles a sleepy-looking redhead, placing the coffee cup in front of Tara. It’s empty.

“Um,” says Tara.

“Oh,” says the redhead, then, slightly tearful and very exhausted, “Oh, my boss is going to kill me, I’ve already gotten so many complaints from customers today a-about bad sleepy service, and I stayed up super late talking to my ex-girlfriend because she needs chemistry help for her chemistry class and oh my gosh I’m talking to you about all my bad life choices I am so sorry,” she finishes, sniffling.

The only part of the sentence that really registers with Tara is ex-girlfriend. “It’s okay,” she says shyly. “When’s your break?”

“You were supposed to be my last customer,” says the girl, scrubbing at her face with her sleeve.

“So–what if I ordered two coffees?” Tara suggests gently. "You can sit w-with me, if you want, um–” Her eyes find the girl’s nametag. “Willow,” she says. “That’s such a pretty name.”

The girl blinks, then smiles, beautiful and bright. “Thanks,” she says.

anonymous asked:

NTAMW tells you he has rape urges because of his past trauma that is trying oh so hard to control, claims to have thought a few girl's he selpt with were only a few years under the age limited (still wrong) then admits later he knew they were way younger. Refers to woman with degrading names like "bitties" and acts like he is joking. Black mails woman with nudes because "the cool kids bullied him and after he got nudes from them the cool girls would stand up to the guys" Likes 50 shades etc.

❗❗❗

When will I be walking in town and accidently bump into a girl who’s carrying books or papers or shit and they go everywhere, I’m all like omg I’m so sorry let me help you, and whilst were both picking this shit up, we look at each other and I’m like gob smacked bc she happens to be so fucking pretty and im just like starring into her brown eyes before I get all shy and awkward but some how pluck up the courage to ask her for her number… We go on a date, fall in love, get married and have kids.. I also buy her flowers every time I go to the shop.

I need more prompts!!

Guys,

After this weekend I hadn’t felt like much like writing. But after the anon I got earlier asking if they were the only ones shipping supercorp, I realized, I don’t know about you about I could use some fluff. I haven’t written anything yet for my usual Monday night posts tonight but I would like too!

That being said I’m writing two large fics right now, one for supercorp and one for supercat that I want to post all at once. And my inbox is running low on prompts. So I need some more so I still have stuff to post Monday nights!

anonymous asked:

yeah any doubts i had about dark!dany were erased with this episode. they used olenna to (1) give dany permission to disregard any good counsel from her advisors and do what she wants, and (b) give dany that pivotal, all-important speech from adwd about embracing the dragon. they couldn't show dany conversing with blades of grass, so they had olenna serve that purpose, and there's no way they included it just for shits and giggles.

You took Meereen, [Olenna] told her, yet still you lingered. “To be a queen.”

You are a queen, her [Tyrell rose] said. In Westeros. “It is such a long way,” she complained. “I was tired, [Olenna]. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl.”

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if [Olenna] were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.

“Fire and Blood,” Daenerys told the swaying grass.

anonymous asked:

Thinso should absolutely get killed off and the people that encourage it,I was into thinspo, you know i was only gonna lose like 5 pounds nothing to bad. But i got really into it to the point were i would freakout when the waiters would come when i was eating with my family, and i was a 14 y/o dude, i can't imagine how much harder it would be for 14 y/o girls

thinspo has this thing where girls partner up and call eachother fat and disgusting in DMs when they get the urge to eat. a lot of thinspo bloggers casually call their followers fat/ugly. it’s literally self hurt culture in the worst kind of way

the fact that people defend it on the basis of many participants being mentally ill shows that it’s possible to be so wrapped up in wanting to validate people’s illnesses that you can loop back around and nod your head in approval while they destroy themselves and those around them

anonymous asked:

So I made a fake account on social media to talk to my ex and see what she gets up to. It's only been a month since we broken up from a very long relationship 8 years to be precise and she's already flirting, sending nudes and planning to sex this guy who she only met through social media. I thought she was innocent shy girl throughout our relationship. I'm just so shocked to see the things she is doing never would of thought she's capable I still love her but I don't think I know her now :(

I’m sorry but that’s really fucked up that you made a fake account to talk to her and make her believe you were someone else like that’s not okay, you need to accept that you’re over and move on don’t play with people like that

anonymous asked:

How would each girl react to an MC who wanted to get intimate with them?

Hm…

Morgan would be up for it :D Wouldn’t be backwards in coming forward about that!

Farah- it depends on how well she knows you. If she knew the MC very well, then yeah, probably would be all over it. If only know each other a bit- then not so much.

Kind of the same for Nat and Ava. They would only get intimate with the MC if they were in a relationship anyway- and it would have to be if they knew each other very well in that relationship.

Oh, wait… actually, I kind of take that back. That would be the normal situation for Ava, but the MC is a bit different for them… no spoilers though ;)

Thank you so much for the question :)

nms-manga-and-other-stuff  asked:

Where you safe on your trip

Yep. I would not call it enjoyable though. On the first train I sat next to a crazy old German lady who shouted at me in German for 20 minutes: what I managed to pick up from that monologue with my rusty German was that I was apparently a foreign whore who should only speak German when in Germany, that the communists were living in a basement somewhere and that Hitler still lives. Batshit crazy. She also started shouting at a poor muslim girl for wearing a hijab. Anyways, she was obviously not mentally stable and people just ignored her.

In my second train I sat next to a plant. Again. What is it with Germans carrying around plants on public trasnports?!

Third train I sat behind a crying baby. For four hours. (at this point I was ready to cry).

Fourth train I finally had silence and I freaking slept.

But I was quite productive on this journey today. Managed to write 1500 words for a chapter, and I reread “Wintergirls” by  Laurie Halse Anderson for the sixth time and I confirm it is still one of my absolute favorite books since the writing style is simply amazing.

But my time in Berlin has been amazing. Now I am just very tired after a long day XD

I won’t be home for long though - next week I get a dream come true by travelling to Wales.

But it’s good to be back for a while.

Just Another Fan

prompt: you finally get to meet NCT, more importantly your bias Nakamoto Yuta

genre:fluff, some angst

pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

a/n: I have personally never been to a meet & greet before so i apologize if any of the information that i have stated is not accurate but please enjoy! Also, sorry that it’s kinda short and sucks♡


The sound of loud chatter and squealing fill your ears as you bounced lightly on your toes, eyes scanning over the crowded area. You stood in line with your best friend by your side for moral support, clutching your bag to your cheat that held your Cherry Bomb album and photo cards. 

It was like a dream come true, it was a dream come true. There you stood just feet away from your idols, NCT, only about 15 girls stood between you and the boys. A nervous grin never left your face and your friend smiled at the sight of how happy you were.

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anonymous asked:

I can still taste you on my tongue, I can hear your sweet voice calling my name in my sleep. Remember our final night together, Taylor? I know you do, you can still feel my hands gripping your hips as I fucked you senseless all through the night. It's not like you were going to sleep anyway. You were such a good girl for me, such a good good girl...when I return as your King I expect no less from my girl. Yours Only, Noctis.

i am The Deceased

Originally posted by mischabear

She’s the betta half of the two

Public reaction to the butch-fem couple [in the 1940s] was usually hostile, and often violent. Being noticed on the streets and the harassment that followed dominates the memories of both Black and white narrators. Ronni gives a typical description:

“Oh, you were looked down upon socially. When I walked down the streert, cars used to pull over and say, ‘Hey faggot, hey lezzie.’ They called you names with such maliciousness. And they hated to see you when you were with a girl. I was the one that was mostly picked on because I was identified. I was playing the male part in this relationship and most guys hated it. Women would look at me in kind of a confused looking [way], you know, straight women would look at me in kind of wonder.”

Piri remembers how the police used to harass her for dressing like a man:

“I’ve had the police walk up to me and say, ‘Get out of the car’. I’m drivin’. They say get out of the car; and I get out. And they say, ‘What kind of shoes you got on? You got on men’s shoes?’ And I say, ‘No, I got on women’s shoes.’ I got on some basket-weave women’s shoes. And he say, ‘Well you damn lucky.’ ‘Cause everything else I had on were men’s–shirts, pants. At that time when they pick you up, if you didn’t have on two garments that belong to a woman you could go to jail…and the same thing with a man…. They call it male impersonation or female impersonation and they’d take you downtown. It would really just be an inconvenience…. It would give them the opportunity to whack the shit out of you.”

Many narrators mention the legal specification for proper dress, although some said it required three pieces of female clothing, not two. If such a law did in fact exist, it did not dramatically affect the appearance of butches, who were clever at getting around it while maintaining their masculine image. The police used such regulations to harass Black lesbians more than whites, however.

Given the severe harassment, the butch role in these communities during the 1950s became identified with defending oneself and one’s girl in the rough street bars and on the streets. Matty describes the connection between her appearance and her need to be an effective fighter. The cultivated masculine mannerisms were necessary on the street:

“When I first came out in the bars it was a horror story. You know they say that you play roles. Yeag, back then you did play roles, and I was a bit more masculine back then than I am now. That was only because you walk down the street and they knew you were gay and you’d be minding your business and there’d be two or three guys standing on a street corner, and they’d come up to you and say, ‘You want to be a man, let’s see if you can fight like a man.’ Now being a man was the last thing on my mind, but man, they’d take a poke at you and you had to learn to fight. Then…when you go out, you better wear clothes that you could really scramble in if you had to. And it got to be really bad, I actually had walked down the street with some friends not doing anything and had people spit at me, or spit at us, it was really bad.”

[…] If the world was dangerous for butches, it was equally dangerous for the fems in their company, whom the butches felt they needed to protect. Some butches state that they did most of their fighting for their fems. Sandy describes how confrontational men could be.

“Well you had to be strong–roll with the punches. If some guy whacked you off, said, ‘Hey babe,’ you know. Most of the time you got all your punches for the fem anyhow, you know. It was because they hated you….’How come this queer can have you and I can do this and that….’ You didn’t hardly have time to say anything, but all she would have to say [is] ‘No,’ when he said, ‘Let’s go, I’ll get you away from this.’ He was so rejected by this ‘no’ that he would boom, go to you. You would naturally get up and fight the guy, at least I would. And we did that all the time, those that were out in their pants and T-shirts. And we’d knock them on their ass, and if one couldn’t do it we’d all help. And that’s how we kept our women. They cared for us, but you don’t think for a minute they would have stayed with us too long or something if we stood there and just were silent…. Nine times out of ten she’d be with you to help you with your black eye and your split lip. Or you kicked his ass and she bought you dinner then. But you never failed, or you tried not to…. You were there, you were gay, you were queer and you were masculine.”

–Elizabeth Kennedy and Madeline Davis, Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community

Go See “Girl’s Trip” and don’t let the box office clerks turn you away

This movie was definitely a must see. I will warn you that the box office clerks will attempt to turn you away. We arrived at 7:00 for the 7:45 showing and the girl at the window told us that the only seats that were available were the ones close to the screen. We still decided to go to support the cast. Once we were inside, there were only 5 people seated. Need I add, this was not a “reserved seating” theater. We found it strange but didn’t think anything else of it and held two more seats for my other friends.

At 7:21 there were still open seats and my friends were turned away because the movie was “sold out”. The entire bottom half of our theater had open seats. I’m not sure if there is a gap in communication or hidden propaganda but do not take the first thing these box office clerks are saying. Please do your best to support this movie! Feel free to share and spread this post.

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you thought about it! :) 

ALSO! I! AM! TAKING! REQUESTS! SO! SEND! THOSE! IN! :)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with her! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

smile ✦ peter parker

summary : as the adopted daughter of none other than tony stark, you have a myriad of responsibilities. babysitting peter parker probably wasn’t supposed to be one of them. not that you’re complaining.

word count : 4.7k (also known as the longest thing I’ve ever written)

author’s note : ur adopted b/c not everyone is white and i don’t want anyone to feel excluded from reading this due to the fact tony is white (and yes ik there are interracial couples i just want everyone to feel included i want to make sure whoever wants to read this can without feeling weird about it b/c i know it is something that bothers people in the fanfic community okay bye enjoy my loves.)

   Tony Stark was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was the billionaire, he was the genius, the philanthropist, and the notorious playboy in his younger years. Most notably, however, was that he was Iron Man. He was marveled at by the entire world, him and the group of heroes that stood beside him; the Avengers, as they called themselves. To you, however, he was your father. 

   A terribly overprotective one, at that. 

  Of course, this was only to be expected of a father, even a foster one, but the lengths the man went to in order to keep his only daughter out of whatever he deemed trouble were rather extensive. You rarely ever left the Avengers tower, and if you did you were accompanied by a team of people you could only describe as rip off Secret Service men. Sometimes, Natasha would replace them, or Steve, but that was a rare occurrence. You were homeschooled by the best tutors his money could pay for- this particular move was less about refining your education and more about keeping you away from any boy in the five boroughs. 

   You chose to spend majority of your time reading in your room and training, always wary of anyone who approached you about being a friend. Your surname meant everything to people, especially the girls that wandered around Manhattan desperate to become the bestie of the daughter of the richest man in New York. You loved your dad with all your heart, but the stigma that ran with the Stark name would never stop irritating you. 

   That, and the impromptu plans he threw at you on a regular basis. 

   “Miss Stark, your father is requesting access to your room. He knows you hate it when he barges in.” Vision drifted into your room without warning, making you jump. You yanked your earbuds out of your ears, giving him a look. 

   “I hate when anyone barges in, Vision. That includes you, too.” You pushed your chair away from your desk, placing your pen on the desk and shutting your notebook. “Tell him he can come in if he lets me become an Avenger.” You raised your voice at this, knowing he would hear you. 

   “He says that he’ll consider it if you let him in.” 

   You raised your eyebrows. “Touché.” You motioned for the door to open, and your father walked into the room, immediately taking his pristinely polished shoes off and lying down on your bed. You stared at him.“Dad, it’s not cool to wear sunglasses inside. You look lame.” 

   Tony Stark rolled his eyes at you. “It’s called a look, sweetheart.” You laughed, pretending to nod in agreement. He placed his hands behind his head as you spun your chair back around to your desk. “What are you working on?” 

   “Something for Bruce,” you muttered, pen cap between your teeth as you continued to jot down important points from his numerous lab reports. You were going to have to hand in a full analysis of his findings for your end of term science paper, and he was more than willing to aid you. “Science report.” 

   “My daughter, beautiful and intelligent, my flesh and blood,” Tony declared proudly. 

   “Dad, I love you to the death, but I’m still not your biological kid,” you smiled all the same, though, and he knew behind the tough exterior you were happy to hear his expressions of admiration. 

    “Who needs a biological kid when I’ve got this great, wonderful adopted one right in front of me.” 

   Not looking up from your notebook, you said, “You’re really laying it on thick today. I’m all of those things, obviously, but I know you want something. So, what is it?” You paused, then said, “Thank you, by the way.” 

   “You sure we’re not related?” He sat back up, clasping his hands together. “What do you say about Germany?” 

   “Nice enough place I guess, interesting history, why?” 

   “I kind of need you to go there for two weeks with me.” 

   With a groan, you dropped your pen and held your face in your hands. “Another surprise trip? Dad, I have school. I have homework! Do you see this?” You held up the thick stack of reports from Banner’s lab, waving them around. “This is gonna be, like, my life’s work.” 

   Tony shook his head. “Kids these days and their homework. Seriously. When I was at school I would have taken any opportunity to shirk my responsibilities.” 

  “You did do that.”

    He waved his hand. “Technicalities. Anyway, as you know the Avengers have been disassembled. Sokovia Accords and all that bullshit. I assume you’ve been keeping up?” 

   “Hard not to.” It was true. Anything in the news was about the great split of the infamous team, Captain America vs Iron Man. It was impossible to turn on the television without hearing about it. And, considering you lived underneath the same roof as half of them, it was quite literally not an option to be ignorant to what was going on. 

   “Good,” he grinned proudly again. If there was one emotion that the man felt whenever he was around, it was proud. Nearly everything you did made him beam with pride, and if you had been placed into an actual high school, there was no doubt in his mind that the person at the top of every single class would be you. You excelled no matter the circumstances. “So, to sum up, there’s gonna be a big showdown in Germany. Western style, naturally. Guns blazing and everything.” 

   Your eyes lit up and you nearly flew out of your chair, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, are you finally gonna let me fight? You’ve seen my training, right? I’m getting so good. I’m like, practically Natasha level good. She’s been showing me that move where I can snap people’s necks with my thighs and-” 

   “First of all, your thighs are not going around anyone’s neck, so jot that down,” he interrupted. Your enthusiasm visibly deflated. “I need you to kind of watch over this kid who’s coming with us. He’s from Queens. You love Queens.” 

   “You’re making me babysit?” You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “C’mon, dad, I’m sixteen. That’s practically an adult. I think I should be allowed to fight this time. I’m Avenger worthy.” 

   “Practically an adult is not the same as literally an adult, as in over eighteen.” You groaned again. “Don’t call it babysitting, anyway. He’s your age. Well, he’s a few months younger, but that doesn’t matter. Just call it… hanging out with a good kid that’s fighting for your dear old dad and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble in Germany or annoy Happy too much.” He patted your knee, standing up. “We leave in the morning, kiddo, so pack up.” 

   “How come he gets to fight if he’s younger than I am?” 

   “’Cause he’s not my daughter. Goodnight, light of my life.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, giving you another encouraging smile.

   “Goodnight, pain my ass,” you grumbled as he left. He popped back in, a stern expression on his face. “If I watch your new protégée can I become an Avenger?” Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. Teenage girls were exhausting. 

   “We’ll talk about it.”


   You’re sitting at your breakfast table with suitcases piled next to you when Peter Parker strolls into your life with happiness in his every footstep because he is just so, so glad to be there. You’re spooning cereal into your mouth when he sits down directly across from you, a video camera cupped in his soft looking hands and the little red button clicked on, meaning that he is recording you. You place your spoon back into the bowl of milk that is dusted with cinnamon sugar from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch you’ve been eating for the past ten minutes. 

   “Do you mind?” 

   “Mind what?” He asked, peeking up from behind his camera. You gestured toward it, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. 

   “The camera. I’m kind of still in the middle of eating breakfast in my pajamas,” you leaned forward, switching it off. “You must be the Spider-Boy.” The chestnut haired boy feels a blush creeping up his neck and settling along his cheekbones when you say that. 

   “Oh, did Mr. Stark tell you that?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Um, it’s Spider-Man, actually.” He mumbled the man part, knowing fully well that he didn’t look like much of a man in the eyes of anyone, his eyes casting down as he fidgeted with the strap on his camera. 

   “Oh good,” you nodded. You took another spoonful of cereal. “I like that better. Nicer ring to it.” You grabbed your box of sugary breakfast and pushed it toward him, an offering. 

   “Huh?” He was a bit dazed. He stared at the box in front of him and then realized he had been doing that for far too long of a time to be considered normal. “Oh, right, um, sure, thanks!” He opened the box and took a handful, shoving it in his mouth. You kept eating your cereal, silently staring at the bowl and willing yourself not to laugh at the boy in front of you. With all his nerves, he was still a bundle of energy and cheerfulness, and, well, let’s face it, he was sort of adorable. “So, you think my name’s cool?” He tried to sound suave, charming, as he said it, tried to smirk at you, but he stopped when he realized that he looked stupid.

   You gave him a half smile. “It’s pretty good.” His face positively lit up with happiness to be taken seriously, and you knew the feeling too well. You stuck out your hand. “Oh, forgot to introduce myself-” 

  “Y/N Stark, adopted daughter of Mr. Stark, probably the smartest girl in all of New York and, uh, correct if I’m wrong but… Black Widow’s best student as well as Bruce Banner’s apprentice.” 

   You gaped at him. The blush he had been sporting crept up to his ears and made his nose turn the shade of a strawberry. “Well, uh, yeah,” you said, flustered. “Should I creeped out or flattered?” 

   “Flattered, please.” The genuine worry in his eyes as he leaned forward made you laugh. He had an endearing personality. 

   “Flattered it is.” You watched the slow sigh of relief leave his mouth, his hands flying up the mess of hair atop his head and fixing it distractedly. Your dad walked into the room, and Peter practically fell out of his chair trying to stand up and seem presentable. Your slouch was indicative that you didn’t care much. He was just your dad. “Morning, pops,” you slid the box over his way.  

   He frowned at it.” Y/N, that stuff is crap. I don’t know why you eat it.” 

   “Wanda and I like it,” you said defensively, a slip of the tongue. You knew your dad was going to get annoyed at the mention of the Scarlet Witch, who had evaded and ignored his attempts at keeping her powers under control. “It’s good. High quality. Right, Peter?” You whipped your head toward him. 

   He felt his heart give a little tug. He grabbed the box out of your hand and shoved more cereal in his mouth, the cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. Best stuff ever,” he said through a mouthful of it. Tony gave them an amused glance, picking up your two heaviest suitcases and beckoning you both to the landing strip. Peter swallowed his food. 

   He didn’t even like Cinnamon Toast Crunch that much. He was just thrilled that you knew his real name.


   Everything about this kid was infuriatingly dorky in the cutest way possible. You came to this conclusion as you boarded the jet with ease, sitting in your usual spot by the window and greeting Happy with your typical friendly smile and idle chitchat. Peter stumbled onto it with awe written across his features as he stared around the place, touching nearly everything much to Happy’s dismay. 

   “Haven’t you been on a plane before?” The man asked, growing irritated with the way the kid was filming everything. You saw Peter zoom in on Happy’s face and grinned out your window. 

   “Nope, never!” Peter exclaimed, his video camera still in front of him as he captured every detail of his trip. 

   “Well, sit down so we can take off,” Happy said gruffly, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and forcefully placing him into a seat. 

  Peter sat still for a moment, then hopped over to the seat next to you. He placed his camera in front of him on the tray table. “Y/N, smile for the camera. I’m recording.” You looked at him, then turned to the camera and gave it a deadpan stare. You even threw in a slow blink. “Good enough,” he shrugged. He kept it recording as he shifted in his seat so that his entire body was facing you, his chin resting in his hand and his elbow on your armrest. His gaze was sort of nice. “So, Miss Stark, I have a few questions.” 

   “Um, okay, shoot,” you closed your book that you had open on your lap. “I’m not that interesting, just so you know.” 

  “I think you’re interesting,” he assured you. You heard Happy let out a choked laugh at Peter’s flirting attempt, but it was just another thing you found sort of lovely. It was a genuine compliment. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”

   You’d been expecting the typical what’s it like being Tony’s daughter spiel, and you were pleased to get an actual question about yourself for once. “I like everything, I guess. I kind of love school, but I don’t go to a conventional school, so. Training is cool, I like that a lot.” 

   “You train with Black Widow, I have to ask- can you show me some moves? I need to refine my technique before the fight,” he explained.  

    “Do you wanna learn how to crush people with your thighs?”

   “Wow! Do you think I could? Could you teach me? That’s so cool,” he beamed, turning to the camera for a split second with an overexcited look. 

   You pursed your lips, staring out your window for a minute. You were up in the air by now, and there was long flight ahead of you. “Maybe. If my dad is okay with it. I have to check.” Peter looked confused, 

   “Why wouldn’t he be?” 

   “He’s, you know, really overprotective.” You put your first against the cheek, leaning the same way that Peter was. You sighed. “I don’t have a lot of friends. Which is fine, but I can’t even attempt to go make any because I have a whole freaking SWAT team on my ass the minute I step out of the tower because he’s so worried about my safety.” You let your head hit the window, your eyes rolling skyward. “And that makes no sense because-” 

   “You’re really strong and stuff. You can protect yourself,” Peter finished. 

    “I think you know me a little too well, Peter,” you said, poking him lightly in the arm. “But… yeah, exactly. I don’t really get to do anything fun. I don’t have adventures. Sure, reading is fun and studying is fun for me and training is great and I love hanging out with everyone in the tower but I’m still a teenager. No fun for me, though. My life is pretty boring, sorry if that makes your little video diary suck.” You stuck your tongue out at his camera.  

   “No worries,” he said, taking it off the tray table and turning it toward you. “Tell me every boring detail, Miss Stark.” 

   “As long as you stop calling me Miss Stark.” 

   “You’ve got a deal.” 

   It was a seven hour trip, and you both passed out by the three hour mark after Peter had pried every excruciating detail from your life out of you. You hated sleeping on airplanes, but your head was slumped against his shoulder and his arm was knocking against your own and his sweatshirt was as soft as pillow. You remembered the shy glance he had given you just before you knocked out on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight. He had a sweet smile. 


    Peter filmed absolutely everything. He filmed himself getting off the plane and then filmed you getting off the plane and nearly shoved the camera in Happy’s face until he threatened to break it and Peter backed off. He radiated enthusiasm. “Look at this, and this, and this, oh shit wow that’s so cool look at this! Oh man this is good stuff!”

   “Peter this is literally just the airport how am I supposed to take you around the actual city?!”

   “OH WOW Y/N have you seen this!” 

    “Yes, Peter!” 

     He zoomed in on your face, your devoid of emotion look appearing again. “Are you ever gonna smile for the camera?” He gave you a pout, doe eyes and all. You turned away. 

   “No. I’m supposed to be babysitting you, please be behave.” You touched your fingers to the bridge of your nose, dragging Peter to a couch. “Please sit. We’re getting the hotel reservations checked.” 

   “Do they juice boxes? I’m really thirsty.” He was just trying to make you laugh at this point, and annoying you was kind of funny for him. You let out an involuntary chuckle when he pretended to claw at his throat, throwing himself on the ground. 

   “I’ll make sure they have juice boxes for you, Petey. You’re such a seven year old, geez.” You pretended to gag. 

   Looking offended, Peter replied, “I’m actually twelve.” 

   Jokingly, you said, “You’re a twelve year old that’s going to get a punch in the face if you don’t settle down right now.” He stood up, directly in front of you with his light eyes and little grin, another feverish looking heat burning at his face. Nevertheless, he still said, “It’d be an honor to get beaten up by you.” 

  His voice, the sincerity he carried within it despite the ludicrous statement, made you feel those famed butterflies fluttering inside you. Maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes as he said it. Maybe it wasn’t. But something within you was starting to like Peter Parker, and you’d barely known him for twenty four hours. 

   Then again, it was hard to not like Peter. The kid was just so damn likable. 


   He had known it from the moment he first set his eyes upon you that day in the tower that he was a goner. If he had known it then, just from sitting down across from you with nothing to him but his lanky figure and a suit that resembled a onesie more than it did a costume fit for a hero such as he, he was sure of it now, a week and a half later. 

   Every day had been the same routine. He’d be up bright and early in the morning so you could help with him his training, teaching him how to utilize the suit your father had given him with ease rather than his usual tactic of jumping into everything blind. You’d been the one to help come up with nearly all of the web shooter combinations. He didn’t know all of them yet, or close to half of them, but he was progressing wonderfully. 

   After training, you’d give him the tour of your favorite places around Germany, close enough to where you’d both be able to get back to the hotel before dark. He filmed the both of you constantly, but you shied away from the cameras every time without fail. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t push. He just liked filming in general, and would accept you not smiling in any of his clips as long as you were still in there. 

   There was a beautiful sense of normalcy that came with hanging around Peter. You reveled in it. No one had ever made you laugh so hard with his ridiculous attempts at jokes or made you smile so much at his shy flirting skills that clearly needed to be revisited. 

   It was okay. You didn’t mind. And the fact that you didn’t tease him for it made him so, so happy. 

   Then, came the day of the fight. Peter had his camera out, he was dressed in his spidey suit, and you were standing there next to him dictating who he should and shouldn’t go after. 

   “Don’t go after Wanda ‘cause she could obliterate you in two seconds and Cap could crush you, too, but he won’t ‘cause he’s really nice like that. Bucky won’t care as much, though, so don’t do that- Ant-Man seems pretty cool and harmless but I don’t have as much intel on him and Peter if you get hurt you have to go hide somewhere-” 

   “I’m not gonna get hurt,” he said confidently. 

   You ignored him. “I’m gonna be in your earpiece, figuratively speaking, so I’ll hear everything you do and if you talk I’ll be able to hear you and you can hear me. So, just… keep me updated.” Peter took off his mask for a second, hair sticking up everywhere from the static. You leaned up, smoothing it back into place. Everything about him was soft. You wanted to curl up in it and stay there for as long as you could. 

   “I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Peter placed his hand on your shoulder. You felt your face heat up. 

   “I- I’m not worried.” You totally were. “I know you’ll be fine.” You didn’t want him getting hurt. “I just want you to be careful.” You didn’t want him to fight. 

   You could’ve sworn his face fell a  bit when you said you weren’t worried, but he squeezed your shoulder anyway. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around him, your nose pressing against his neck as you took a deep breath. He stood there for a second without doing anything until he realized that if he didn’t hug you back, he’d be the dumbest person on the face of the Earth. You felt his surprisingly defined arms hug you back. 

   You didn’t look at him when you pulled away. You stared at the spider emblazoned on his chest, gave him a quick good luck, then departed from the room. You sat on your own hotel bed with a rapidly beating heart.

    The nerves were killing you. Ten more minutes. You opened your laptop and pulled up the system that would allow you to communicate across Team Stark. You were more focused on your dad and Peter. You tapped into your dad’s earpiece after placing the headset on. “Dad?” You spoke into the microphone. 

   “Hey, kiddo, everything okay?” 

   “Y-Yeah I just-” you took another breath. “Be safe. I love you.” 

   “I love you too, Y/N. Are you sure everything is okay over there?” 

   “Can you just make sure Peter gets out okay? If he gets hurt, bring him right back, please. That’s it.” Maybe it was a stupid request in someone else’s eyes, but you needed Peter to make it back in one piece. Tony Stark looked over at Peter Parker, crouching in his hiding spot and fumbling around with the gloves of his suit and gave the kid a knowing smile. Of course that was the one his  daughter fell for in the end. Perfectly fitting. 

   “I’ll make sure.” You knew your father couldn’t see the grateful smile on your face, the sigh of relief that fell past your lips when he spoke these words.

   Peter Parker, I swear if you make it out of this, I will smile like an idiot in every single one of your stupidly adorable video diary things. I swear. Just be safe.


 “Your black eye is awful,” you told him, dabbing at it with more cream. “Totally ruins your face.”

   “I think I look manly.” 

   “You think incorrectly.” You stepped back, your fingertips tilting his chin up so you could examine it further. “I think I got the worst of it. You did really well, Peter. Exceptionally well.” His face was glowing from your compliment. 

   “Can I get on that tape?” He asked excitedly, ducking under his hotel bed for his camera. You nodded, and he switched the camera on. He held out his arm so that you were both in frame. And you smiled. He forgot all about what you were supposed to say the moment that beautiful smile appeared there. “I- wow, Y/N.” 

   “What?’ 

    His stare was kind as it usually was. “You just-” he paused. “Your smile is really, really beautiful.” There was no way for you to turn away from the camera this time and you were left grinning like a lovestruck idiot at the boy in front of you, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

  “Thank you.” 

  You slept the entire plane ride the way you had the last time, curled up against Peter. This time, it was intentional. One of your arms was flung across his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulders, the sweatshirt he had came in now swaddling you cozily. There were two separate cars waiting for you. You stood in between them when the flight got off, the sleeves of his sweater hanging off your hands as you reached out to grab his. He felt you push a piece of paper into his hand. “You better call me, Peter Parker. I’ll be really upset if you don’t.” 

   He wrapped you suddenly in an embrace that lifted you off your feet just a little bit, his lips pressing against your temple. “I’ll call you every day.” 


   He kept true to his word. Every day without fail, your phone rang with a call from Peter, and you fell asleep on the phone with him more often than not. If you weren’t on the phone with him, you were texting him, and if you weren’t doing that, you wished that you were. The consistent communication was better than nothing, but regardless, you missed his presence. You missed the way you felt walking next to him as he explained why chocolate ice cream was so clearly better than vanilla. You just missed him. 

   “Peter?” You held the phone to your ear, nestled in your blankets already even though it was barely nine o'clock. His sleepy voice mumbled out a yes? “Would it be stupid if I said that I missed you?” 

  She could practically hear his wide smile through the phone. “Of course not. I miss you, too. So much. Probably more than you miss me.” 

   “That’s so not true!” She scoffed. 

    “Wanna bet?” His tone was mischievous, no longer the hoarse, pretty voice of a boy just waking up from his nap. “Open your bedroom door.” 

    “Are you joking?” 

    You hung up the phone, throwing back your covers and not caring one bit that your hair was a dripping mess from your shower or that you were wearing  a terrible set of hello kitty pajamas that weren’t meant for anyone over the age of ten based on the size of the top. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you saw him standing in your doorway, a happy squeal escaping your lips. You were surprised he even got in, considering your dad wasn’t home, but you figured Vision had let him in. Vision always had a way of knowing. 

   “Have I ever told you that you have a really pretty smile?” Peter’s lips hovered over yours, almost hesitant. You took the initiative to kiss first, your hands delving into his silk-like hair. There was no point in waiting anymore. Your noses bumped together clumsily when he tilted his head back, admiring. You could feel your whole being light up when he gazed at you the way that he did, in that admiring, careful, Peter way of his. 

   “Careful, Spidey,” You warned, hands on his chest as you stared right back up at him. 

   “Careful of what?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

   “You’re going to make me fall in love with you one of these days if you keep looking at me like that.” It was only the truth, and you were a honest person.

   “That’s sort of the plan,” he shrugged in a seemingly careless way, but he couldn’t hide it. He was an open book. An open book who loved you, and the way that you smiled at him when he pulled back his sleeve to reveal a web shooter, a strange glint in those brown eyes of his as he said, “You up for an adventure?”