Request:@thecoffeestudyblr: hey so i was hoping i could request another imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and is friends with Peter Parker and um they are having a study session in the lab and it’s going really well except when an assassin breaks in and peter protects her? the reader is also really shy and then she finds out peter is spiderman? lots of angst and fluff?
A/N: guess who’s back again! It’s me, your shitty writer with an equally shitty oneshot. I have exams that’s why I’ve been writing so less. Forgive me for that. It’s all fluffy, because that’s the only thing I can write. this by far the shortest one I’ve written. I will write something super angsty later. Hope you like it!
Warnings: swearing, violence and needles.
Word Count: 1392
Peter and you were sat in the lab all alone. having him over was the best, you would talk about everything. It ranged from school to why vampires don’t live underwater. He made you feel like you had someone who cared.
Being tony stark’s daughter you had every luxury you could ask for, but there was always this one missing; a true friend. You found a true friend in him. he was just the perfect boy in every way, he was dorky and adorable, he made you laugh, you never ran out of things to talk about, he was everything you could ever ask for.
‘and my equation is balanced.’ You said after writing down the last reaction. Peter took your notebook and scanned it.
‘you’re really good at chemistry you have balanced all the equations right.’ He said running his finger down the scribbled content.
‘thanks.’ You gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back. You leaned back in the chair and sighed. ‘I like science, it fascinates me a lot. I just hate the mugging up part’
‘everyone does.’ He looked at your faced but quickly turned his gaze away as he noticed he was staring. ‘so, um’ he cleared his throat. ‘why are you spending the Friday night studying? You could’ve gone out with anyone. Your friends, Natasha, Wanda…. some guy you liked.’ he mumbled the last word.
‘I don’t really have a crush as such. And I love spending time with you.’ his face brightened when he heard this statement. ‘plus, ya know I’m not very good with da people.’ you waved your hands in the air and he chuckled.
‘I know alright, it took you what? Like 2 weeks to talk to me.’ he said and you shoved him playfully.
‘look who’s talking, peter awkward parker, you always sat in the ‘loner’ section and would always fumble around girls.’ You teased him and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘peter?’
‘yeah?’ he looked up from his textbook.
‘there’s no one in the tower.’ You said looking in a distance. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted slightly.
‘we both know what that means.’ He said trying to control his laughter and concentrating on the book.
‘seriously?’ you looked at him and he wiggled his brows in response making your face burn a bright shade of red.
‘you should’ve told me earlier there wasn’t going to be anyone around, I would’ve come prepared.’ He said casually and you smacked him with a notebook. ‘OW! That hurt’ he pointed a finger at you.
‘you deserved it, bitch.’ You crossed your arms. ‘I still am bored though.’
‘you can sti-‘
‘NO. peter enough.’ You sat up straight.
‘oh, so you can say the filthiest of things but when I say just two sentences all of hell breaks loose? Ah, patriarchy.’ He shook his head and you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘I’m done. What do you wanna do?’ you thought for a while before an idea struck your mind.
‘Pete?’ you asked sweetly and he quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘are you-‘ you moved closer to him.
‘yeah?’ he squinted his eyes a little.
‘are you ticklish!?’ you jumped on him and started tickling him.
‘get off of me!!’ he laughed loudly. ‘(y/n)! Please! I can’t breathe.’ His face turned red from all the laughing but you didn’t stop.
‘aww, little Petey’s ticklish?’ you giggled.
‘that’s it!’ he said and pinned you down. ‘now, (y/n), that was about me, are you ticklish?’ he smiled mischievously and started to tickle you. but you didn’t laugh. ‘what the fuck?’ he furrowed his brows.
‘I don’t know.’
‘here?’ he tickled you in the side of your ribs bur your expression remained unchanged.
‘nope, I’m dead down there.’ you said deadpanned.
‘come on, everyone has a tickle spot!’ he continued his efforts to no avail.
‘peter, dad wouldn’t like it when he sees this footage of you trying to find my “tickle spot”.’ You made quotation marks in the air.
‘holy-‘ he got off you and helped you stand up.
‘he’ll kill me.’
‘mhm. He’s a little over protective sometimes but he’s the best.’ You smiled. ‘you want something to eat?’ you asked and he nodded. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’
You were making your way to the kitchen humming and smiling. You had the most fun with peter, you weren’t your shy self around him, you were yourself with him. You were so happy you had someone like peter around.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw an image move from the corner of your eye. You looked in its direction but couldn’t find anyone there. You shrugged and carried on walking before you were caught in a tight grip. You tried to call out but a hand covered your mouth.
‘hello, darling. Sorry to interrupt your study date but you see, your asshole dad shouldn’t have messed with us.’ a gravelly voice of a man whispered in your ear. You struggled and got his hand of your mouth.
‘don’t you dare speak about my father that way! Jarv-‘ you couldn’t speak more for he slapped a piece of tape across your mouth and tightened his grip into a bone crushing one, he was too strong. Tear welled up in your eyes because of the pain and he let out a breathy chuckle.
‘and what’s he going to do? he is nothing without that suit of his. And you are his weakness, see I’m not going to do much,’ he said and you felt a cold needle scrape near your neck. A panic quickly set in and you tried wriggling out of his grip. ‘I’ll just sedate you, and when I get you , we’ll get you all nicely prepared for your daddy to see. Okay?’ he said and you felt the needle enter your skin and maybe a drop or two enter you vein; but that was all you felt. the man was gone with a gust of wind.
You quickly turned around to find the man unconscious and pinned to the wall with webbings.
‘Spiderman?’ you furrowed your brows and thought. But it wasn’t him you found when you looked around but it wasn’t the red masked hero you found, it was peter.
‘you touch her, and I’ll kill you!’ peter growled. You didn’t know what to think, everything happened too suddenly. He kneeled beside you, you didn’t realise you were sitting on the floor. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand violently. He grabbed your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.
‘hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?’ he asked as he rubbed your arms.
‘I-I don’t know what to think!’ you managed to say. ‘you- you are Spiderman! An assassin broke into the most well-guarded facility and-‘ you couldn’t continue as you winced and gripped your rib.
‘shh… come with me.’ he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. you didn’t know what to do you were in pain, trauma and not to forget peter’s arms. He kicked the door open and laid you on your bed.
‘yes, I am Spiderman.’ He said and sat beside you. ‘And no I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t risk your life. You mean too much, I-I just couldn’t. Mr. Stark knows and we agreed to keep it a secret. I just couldn’t lose you. i-‘ you didn’t let him continue and captured his lips with yours. he kissed back immediately but then drew back. ‘look you don’t have to do this because I saved your life and stuff-‘ he blurted out with a pink smudge.
‘shut up.’ you said and pulled him back. You kissed him lovingly and sweetly, letting him know the affection you had for him and how glad you were to have him. you both pulled back for air and had equally red faces.
‘that was the best kiss I ever had.’ He breathed and you let out a chuckle. ‘soooo… does this mean you like me?’
‘no, I kiss every guy this way.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘didn’t you know?’ you crossed your arms.
‘so go out with me? um, tomorrow?’ he asked and you smiled.
‘I would love to.’ You snuggled in his arm and looked up at him.
‘great.’ He grinned and kissed your cheek before leaning against your headboard.
my default place for any and all League interactions is Random Forest and that’s where all threads take place unless otherwise specified. so if i’m reading someone else’s thread, i just assume it takes place in a forest until told otherwise.
i was going to use the Random Forest for that reply to jhin but then i realized the flawed logic behind a random ass piano in the middle of yosemite park
I AM SHOOK, TEAMIPLIER ABSOLUTELY OUT DID THEMSELVES WITH THIS CREATIVE PROJECT!! I’M SO PROUD OF THEM, BLESS @markiplier@crankgameplays AMY, KATHRYN, TYLER, PAM, ROBERT, AND ANYONE THAT HELPED IN THE SLIGHTEST AAAAAA LOVE YOU
I had a seminar on intertextuality today and the class got talking about whether fan-created content can be considered part of the text.
I pointed out that fan-created content is often BETTER than the canon that producers give us, using the example of “the boring white man the Supergirl writers are trying to push down our throats as Kara’s love interest”
To which my 40 year-old, straight, male lecturer said “Mon-El? Oh yeah, he’s terrible. There’s clearly more chemistry between Lena Luthor and Kara.