Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?
Warnings: Some angst towards the end.
Word Count: 3,524
A/N: The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine. Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted. Enjoy!
“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.
This was not how you planned this day to go.
“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.
There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.
“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.
You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”
“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”
okay but can we talk about THISfor a second, please?
Look at his little face! He is geniuenly so surprised that Tony is just giving him the suit. Like, Tony does not really know this kid, not really. Suddenly the Tony Stark is on his living room, telling Aunt May how smart Peter. Tony takes him to Germany to fight with the freaking Avengers and he builds him a state of the art, personalized Spider-Man suit. So far, Peter’s had to go at this alone. He had to figure out his powers by himself. He had to create his web shooters and “suit” from scratch on the bedget of a 15 year old. He had to deal with the heightened sensitivity his powers gave him and all the other struggles with becoming a superhero at 15 comes with, by himself. Suddenly his childhood hero is here and helping him and he’s not alone in it anymore.
Peter Parker is just an adorable ball of fluff and goodness. He didn’t expect Tony to let him keep the suit. He thought that Tony would take it with him and he’d be alone being Spider-Man again.
I just love Peter so much. He makes my little heart swell. We must protect him at all costs.
Based off of the request: Hey! If you’re accepting requests, would you mind doing one where Peter thinks the reader is dating Ned or Flash or even MJ? I think it’d be hilarious and I haven’t read an imagine like it yet 😜
A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though.
“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”
Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.
It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”
The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”
You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.
And both of you cried by the end of the day.
So that was totally out of the question.
Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.
So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”
“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”
From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.
“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”
The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.
“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“
You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.
“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.
Prompt: This is another one that I don’t really have a proper prompt for. I just sort of started writing and this is what happened. It’s a random Saturday night and Peter decided to swing by to the reader’s apartment. Some silly stuff ensues.
Word Count: 2,618
AN: I’m sorry that this is so long! I didn’t intend to make this story over two thousand words, but I just started writing and couldn’t stop. I hope you can manage to make it through all my terrible writing. Enjoy! P.S. I’m also sorry for all the Star Wars references. I can’t help it. I’m a huge Star Wars fan too.
It was a summer Saturday night in Queens. The mid-July air was warm and humid. Large skyscrapers and constant traffic only helped to increase the stickiness in the air. There was a minor heatwave going through the area. During the night however, without the sun’s relentless beams of light shining down on the asphalt roads, the temperature dropped just enough to make the weather bearable. Just barely though.
This particular night, you were mindlessly spinning around in your desk chair. Scattered all along the surface of your desk were some random notes for an essay that was due by the upcoming Friday. There wasn’t much of a rush to get the thing finished, but you liked to get things done in advanced anyway. Nonetheless, you still found yourself avoiding the essay like it was the plague. You weren’t normally like this. You normally could pump out at least a mediocre paper in maybe a day, but tonight your mind was not having it.
Something was keeping you restless and alert. You weren’t entirely positive what though. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. You woke up, you ate some food, and you watched some Netflix; everything seemed normal. You racked your brain to try and think of anything that could have possibly caused this random tension, but nothing came up. Sighing, you stopped spinning around in your chair (you were starting to get dizzy) and just stared at your bedroom ceiling. Eventually, you started to calm down.
It was dark in your room. The only light source was your tiny desk lamp that didn’t really illuminate much. You had your window open to try and feign the heat that was stuck in your apartment. Or rather your parent’s apartment, but they were away on some long business trip and left you to your own devices for the week. Stupid mistake, really. The open window didn’t help at all though. All it did was allow the humid outside air to mix with the stiff apartment air. The result was a mixture of stale and oppressive. The only reason you didn’t close the window was because of how purely lazy you were. You were here and the window as there. No matter the distance, it was always too far. So, needless to say, you were not very comfortable.
You glanced back at your notes and made a sour face. At this rate, you were more likely to close the damn window than finish the essay. You finally conceded and sat up a bit to switch off the light. Your room went from dimly lit to almost completely dark. The only source of light now was the faint glow of the city’s shops, cars and street vendors. You closed your eyes and sat in the dark for a while. There was something peaceful about just sitting there and listening to the sounds of the car horns and the clamor of the people. It was all so familiar and calming. You had grown up your entire life in this city. There was no place you’d rather live than here. You were so lost in these thoughts that you failed to hear the subtle movement of someone entering through your open window.
You were just about to drift off to sleep when you heard a loud thump and a muffled groan from behind you. You jumped instantly out of your chair, ran to turn the overhead light on, and quickly grabbed the nearest thing to you to use as a weapon. That item just so happened to be your Millennium Falcon Bluetooth speaker that you got for Christmas one year. You knew it was geeky, but you didn’t really care what others thought about it. You found it to be awesome, and so did your best friend Peter Parker. Not that his opinion mattered any more than everyone else’s. Obviously.
You held the speaker up, ready to swing at whomever had come into your room, and looked down to see a body laying face down on your hardwood floors. When you saw who it was you froze in your spot and your jaw dropped.
“Request: Alright alright alright (*thinking unsexy thoughts*) could you please do something where Peter comes to stay in the tower for [part of] summer and reader is dating him but also either Steve’s or Tony’s daughter and one morning Peter comes to wake her and to get her out of bed he pulls her into a dance to the song Lights On by Shawn Mendes and her dad watches through a crack in the door (maybe even video tapes it) Pretty please! Love your blog and your works, hun!! 💕💕💕
A/N: I feel like I rushed the ending. Oops? Anyways this was super fun to write and I really enjoyed the request. I hope this was good!!!
Some dreams are faint. The one you were having before being rudely awakened was faint for example-you felt warmth of sunlight and heard voices. A hand on your shoulder and another on your waist.
You didn’t really remember being shaken awake with the thick cloud of sleep but it was only a few moments earlier. Now, though, you were laying on your back with a frown. “Dad, don’t make me get up,” you say with a thick drowsy voice.
“Dad has to,” Tony replies with an apologetic sigh although you felt the non-apology even from beneath your purple linen sheets. “We have training today. And it’s Peter’s first real day. He’d want his Avenger girlfriend there with him. ”
You sat up in bed with a messy mop of [h/c] on top of your head and a glare on your face. “I’m quitting. I’m no longer an Avenger,” you told your father plainly. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with your life?” he asks with amusement dripping down his face.
“I’ll become a stripper,” you said. “My name will be White Chocolate instead of White Falcon. White Chocolate has a better ring to it, don’t you think?”
This was the first time you spent so much time apart. Usually it was just a
couple of weeks but this time It had already been a month without him. A month
you had spent alone in your house in Kingston. You missed Tom so much, his
laugh, his kisses, his cuddles, everything. But he was all across the ocean in
New York filming his Spiderman movie. You couldn’t he more proud of him but
that didn’t make it easier.
“What’s wrong babe?” He asked while you two Facetimed. Usually there was no
way to keep your mouth shut but that day you barely said a word.
“Mm? Nothing, I’m okay” you half smiled.
“(Y/N) if you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to but don’t lie to me”
he asked you.
You bite your lip and looked away from the camera. He knew you way too well
to trick him. You knew that. Still, you didn’t want him to know about your
sadness. He had to be focused, not being worried about his needy girlfriend so
you took a deep breath and faked a smile before looking back at the camera.
“Everything’s okay!” You said. “I was just thinking about some stuff I have
to get done tomorrow. Sorry” you lied. “How are you? How’s the movie going?”
Then he started talking about the scenes he had been shooting, how he tried
to do all the stunts even though it could be dangerous or tiring he just loved
it. The rush, the adrenaline and everything. He was so excited talking about
the shooting that you didn’t have to talk much. Before you noticed he was
called back on set so you two said your goodbyes and hung up. It was 3 a.m. for
you, so you just went to the bathroom and to bed straight away, praying you got
The next few days were more of the same. Tom called you every time he had
some time off between takes to catch up with you and if, for some reason, you
weren’t available, he would leave a text or a voicemail. He tried to sound
cheerful but the truth was that he was worried about you. He had noticed the
change in your attitude during the last few days, he had tried to make you talk
about it but you kept on saying you were okay. He knew you were lying but being
so far from there was nothing he could do.
“You okay?” Harrison asked him while they were going back to the hotel
after another day of shooting. “You’ve been distracted today” he added.
“I’m fine…” Tom mumbled looking down at his phone. It was late in London so
you were probably asleep but he had barely heard from you that day.
“Sure?” Harrison insisted. Tom sighed and looked at his friend.
“Something is wrong with (Y/N)” he finally said. “She’s been acting weird
lately but she won’t tell me what’s wrong. She just keeps on saying that
everything is okay, that she’s just tired”
“Maybe she is?” Hazz suggested.
“No. I know her better than that” Tom frowned. “I think this distance thing
is starting to affect her” Harrison frowned and nodded.
“It is affecting you as well right?” He asked. Tom chuckled sadly.
“Yeah… Damm, I miss her so much Hazz” Tom said leaning his head against the
“Why don’t you take a few days off?” He asked.
“I tried. They won’t let me at least for another month” Tom said.
“That sucks” Harrison mumbled.
“Tell me about it” Tom sighed.
His friend patted his leg not knowing what to say or do to make him feel
On the other side of the world you were going insane. Even talking to Tom
was becoming a torture knowing there was no way to reach to him, to touch him.
You didn’t know what to do and you knew he just couldn’t come. His work
wouldn’t allow it. You spent hours looking at flights to New York. You had to
go there, you just couldn’t keep on telling him that everything was okay when
you were breaking inside. The prices were crazy. Way too expensive. You did
have the money but paying that amount would mean a lot of extra hours next
month. Was it worth it?
Tom was going completely crazy. Even Harrison was worried about his best
friend. He barely left his hotel room, just to film the movie. He wanted to do
nothing, he would just stare at the phone loginly, waiting for your reply all
the time, even when he knew it was 4 a.m. in London and you were completely
“Man, this has to stop” he finally told his friend during an afternoon they
“What?” Tom said looking up from his phone where Harrison could ser a photo
“You have to see her. You have to go to London even if it’s just for two
days but you can’t keep on going like this” Harrison said.
Tom frowned and looked down at his phone, he hadn’t heard from you since
the previous evening and he knew you were still awake. He had been texting you
but it was like those texts just got lost in the air, like you weren’t getting
them. It was driving him crazy. What if something happened to you? He gulped
and looked at Harrison.
“You’re right” he said getting up “I have to get on the next plane to
England” he added grabbing his laptop.
“What?” Harrison frowned. As much as he agreed on this idea he knew It
would have awful consequences if he just disappeared from a shooting. “Tom,
wait. You can’t just leave” he said.
“What?” Tom asked looking up. “You’ve just told me to go!”
“And I want you to but you just can’t disappear! You’re Spiderman!” he
tried to explain.
“I’m something more important: I’m what (Y/N) needs right now” he said.
Harrison knew there was nothing he could do. He had seen that look on Tom’s
face before and he knew there was nothing he could say to change his friend’s
“Okay, I’ll call the director and make something up” Harrison said, earning
a thankful look from Tom.
Meanwhile you were going insane trying to find a taxi that would tale you
from JFK to Tom’s hotel. You still couldn’t believe you had literally crossed
the ocean to see him just for a few days but knowing you were in the same state
as him and that you would be seeing him soon, made you feel better instantly.
You hadn’t spoke yo him since yesterday and you were dying to but seeing him
and seeing his face when you showed up at his door was more important.
Finally you managed to find a taxi and told the driver to take you to the
hotel as fast as he could. As you were heading towards the city you turned on
your phone just to find it with plenty of calls and messages from your
boyfriend. Biting your lip you chuckled, he was probably climbing up the walls,
trying to figure out why you weren’t answering.
It took you almost 30 minutes and almost 40$ to get to the hotel but after
all there you were, standing in the middle of the hall, just minutes away from
seeing Tom again. The problem was that you didn’t even know his room number.
You took out your phone and was about to calle Harrison when you heard a
familiar voice behind you.
“I know, I know it’s not the best time but-“ you turned around and saw
Harrison talking on the phone. Perfect timing.
“Harrison!” You exclaimed.
He looked in your direction. The moment he realised it was really you, his
eyes opened widely, he said something on the phone and hang up walking over
“What the fuck?” He said making you laugh. “You… you’re here!” He finally
exclaimed happily before hugging you tight. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see Tom” you basically said. “I’ve been having a hard time
lately with this distance thing and I just couldn’t keep on waiting” you smiled
a little. “I’m crazy right?” You added with a blush.
“No. You’re perfect for him” he smiled widely before hugging you again.
“You literally saved him” he chuckled. “Go. Room 412” he told you.
You took the keycard he was offering you as you wondered what he meant by
saving Tom. But you didn’t have time to ask anything. Tom was just there.
Immediately you sneaked into an elevator quickly and pressed the 4th floor
button. It looked like the slowest elevator ever but finally you were out and
soon you found the room. Suddenly you felt nervous out of nowhere. Yes, you had
been waiting for this since he left England but what if coming without saying
anything was a mistake?
Well, there wasn’t time to question your actions. Without thinking about it
any further you slipped the card and opened the door. The first thing you saw
was a suitcase on the floor full of clothes. You frowned and closed the door
behind you, leaving your luggage by the door.
“What did the director said?” You heard Tom’s voice coming out of the
bathroom. “Am I screwed? Fired?” He asked. You smiled a little but said
nothing. Why would he be fired though? “Harrison?”
And just then his curly hair showed up, looking at the room, expecting to
see Harrison there. When he found the room empty he walked out of the bathroom.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh, as you took in the view. He was shirtless,
wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips.
Completely confused, he turned around, finally facing the door and finally
seeing you there. He stopped on his tracks, staring at you speechless, like he
had just seen a ghost.
It wasn’t possible, you just couldn’t be there, it made no sense at all.
You were in England, working and studying your máster, there was no way you
could be there in New York, standing in front of him with that innocent smile
that used to drive him crazy.
“Surprise?” You finally said with a smile.
Then it hit him. It wasn’t a dream, he didn’t need help, you were there. He
took the few steps necessary to get to you and then wrapped his arms around you
as tight as he could, not saying a single word. You were there, he was holding
you. For the first time in a long time you felt at home once again, like
everything was right in the world and you were exactly where you were supposed
“You’re here” he mumbled pulling away to look down at you.
You bite your lip and nodded still smiling. Suddenly, a smile appeared on
his face, brighter than ever before and all he did was taking your face in his
hands and crashing your lips together in a passionate and tender kiss. Your
arms went immediately around his neck, to pull his hair and pull him closer to
you. He bite your lip, sending a shiver down your spine and making you moan as
you let his tongue invade your mouth. Eventually, your lungs cried for air so
you forced yourself to pull away but he wouldn’t let you go. He placed his
forehead against yours and sighed relieved.
“I love you so much” he whispered. You teared up a little when you heard
those words and kissed him again briefly.
“And I love you” you replied. He smiled and hugged you tight, still afraid
that this was just a dream. “I have a question” you asked rubbing his bare
back. He hummed and kissed your shoulder before looking at you. “Where you
He laughed and looked at the suitcase before picking you up and carrying
you to bed where he put you down before laying down on your top.
“Let’s just say I was desperate to see you” he said taking in your
features. You were about to talk but he shut you up with a kiss. “We can talk
later. Now I need you”
“Who killed my sister? Who killed The Witch of the East? Was it you?!?”
Lastly, I got some footage of one of my favorite Disney animatronics, The Wicked Witch of the West. She’s got the pleasure of being the first A-100 robots to be used at Walt Disney World Resort and she still looks fantastic. My only wish is she finds herself a new home soon where she can still be appreciated.