#peterparkerx(Y/n) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

modernstoner · 3 years

Text

Princess| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? I made this because i had a dream about it last night, enjoy<3 (p.s i hate this omg its so horrible but try to enjoy)

Summary: Peter and the other meets the British Royal family.

Warning: fluff? idk

w/c: 1,541 (sorry)

~*~

Everybody knows that The British Royal Family is one of the most powerful family’s out there. Even though, it’s the 21st century, they are still old fashioned people, still following the awful traditions.

“Do I look okay?” Steve asked the team for the 100th time.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "How many times do you ask this? You look alright expect for the tie.” He pointed out making Steve panic in return.

Steve never learned how to tie; Peggy always used to do it for him.

“Come on. I’ll help this grandpa.” Natasha said, motioning Steve to walk over to her.

All of the Avenger’s are in one of the most fanciest limo Tony owned. Everyone was in the car. Including; Peter Parker a.k.a spider-man.

It’s been a year after Peter revealed that he is spider-man to the whole world. Some people were mad since he was only 19 at the time.

Few minutes later, they arrived. The gates to the castle quickly opened, showing the big, tall, beautiful castle.

Avenger’s eyes widened and Steve was already starting to freak out even more. “Oh my god. I’m about the meet a Royal family!” He exclaimed.

Steve was over the moon when Tony told everyone they will be meeting the Royal family on Saturday.

But right at the moment, the Royal family was also freaking out. “(Y/n), sweetie! Are you do—” Your mothers words by interrupted by the sight of you walking down the stair.

“Oh, my sweet pumpkin. You look beautiful.” She always say that and you always feel flattered every time she says it.

“Mother, I think the dress is bit tight, don’t you think?” You asked her.

Your mother observed the dress. “I think it’s alright. Have you seen Elliot?”

Elliot, your younger brother with horrible anger issue and just happens to be one of the most arrogant people out there. He’s obviously going trough that teenage emo phase.

“Probably with father.” You sighed, the corset was bit too much. Your hair neatly styled into a bun.

Your mother walked up to you, letting few bits of hair fall. She kissed your temple. “Come get your father for me, would you?”

“Of course.” You said, grabbing a handful of your dress in order to help you walk. You figured he’s either in the garden or the library.

~*~

“Steve, leave the poor tie alone.” Tony demanded Steve who was trying to loose the tie.

“It’s chocking me.” He groaned, frustrated and everyone ignored him.

“Mr. Stark, any idea why the Royal family wanted to meet us?” Peter walked faster so he can walk beside him.

“Who wouldn’t? We are amazing. Well, it’s mostly me.” Tony answered with his usual cocky smirk.

“Please, you guys are nothing without me.” Wanda remarked and gave Tony an innocent smile which he ignored.

All of them were walking towards the castle. The castle’s big shiny door slowly turning big as each step they took.

~*~

“Dad, why do I need to wear this awfully designed suit that makes me wanna kill myself?” Elliot bawled, standing next to you.

“Don’t be dramatic, Elliot.” Your father rolled his eye, looking at his suit to see if there is anything wrong with it.

Everyone was standing next to each other, waiting to greet The Avenger's. There were few professionally trained guards, just in case.

The door opened, showing the Avenger’s walking towards them. The men in black fancy suits (which Tony bought) and the women wearing one of the nicest dress out there. It was shorter than yours which you quite envied.

You were out here, wearing a dress probably made in the 1800′s. It was likely the dress is haunted by the owner.

“Welcome! Tony, nice to meet you again.” Your father went to shook his hand while you and Elliot were nervously and awkwardly standing next to each other.

“You’ve met my wife!”

“Of course, nice to see you again, Charlotte.”

“Hi, Tony.”

“I’m Thor. I’m a god.”

“You’re Captain America!”

There were lots of chatters and small talk. Elliot looked bored, as always until his eyes landed on Winter Soldier.

He nudged you with his elbow. “Look it’s my idol.” He whispered and you glanced at him. To be honest; he’s scary-looking.

Elliot went to fan girl over him. Bucky was obviously shocked that he had a fan but he was flattered. Elliot was rambling about how amazing the Winter Soldier is. (which he is not wrong).

You were out of the blue, standing there, playing with your fingers. Your eyes were on a certain young gentleman that seemed to be about your age.

Surprisingly, he looked back at you, making an eye contact. Iron man noticed you two staring and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, whispered back to Iron man.

The boy gave up, sighed and started to walk towards you making your knees go weak.

“H-Hi. I’m Penis P—No, I’m Peter, by the way.” He didn't know what to do so he bowed.

“We don’t do that here.” You said but it kinda came off as a harsh.

“Oh—right, sorry.” He immediately started to mentally slap himself.

“I’m (Y/n).” You leaned in to shake his hand.

“I know. Well, you’re the princess. Haha.” He saw the weird look you gave him. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, uhh—”

“Don’t apologise.” You smiled at him and it gave him millions of butterfly in his stomach. “So, you’re spider-man?”

This caught Peter’s attention.

“You know m-me?” He was stuttering so bad but he pretended to ignore the embarrassment he felt.

“Who doesn’t?” You laughed.

You two noticed how everyone was beginning to walk away to have some lunch. “Hey, you hungry?” He asked you.

“Not really. I ate a fat load of bacon in the morning.” You quickly shuts your mouth.

“Same. Well, since your not hungry, wanna ditch?” He raised his eyebrow at you.

You thought about it. Your mom and dad will be busy talking and probably won’t even notice spider-man and you gone.

“Alright but no funny business.” You joked, but half of you were not joking.

“Of course. Where is the garden?”

“At the back of the castle.”

“Can you run with that dress?”

“I’ll try.”

“Great.”

He grabbed your hand and ran. You and Peter were giggling and laughing while holding hands and running.

You have never ran in the castle and it felt amazing.

~*~

Peter slowly let go of your hand, looking around garden. He thought these kind of garden’s only exist in fairy tales. A big fountain in the middle, flowers, lots of them in a beautiful vibrant

“Do you come here often?” He asked you.

“Sometimes. I like to read here.” You replied, softly.

He smiled. “Can you swim?”

“You sure do ask a lot of question, don’t you?” You smirked as he rolled his eyes. Peter was now more comfortable around you.

“Answer my question, princess.” His voice was low due to all the running.

“Yes.” You answered, noticed how dirty your dress was but you didn’t care.

“Good.” He said before pushing you to the fountain. You squeaked, falling into the working fountain. This is one of the most craziest thing you have done but you didn’t care, you were finally having fun.

Peter was laughing his ass off and jumped into the fountain with you making a big splash.

“Peter! You and I are going to be in such big trouble!” You shouted because the fountain was making loud noise.

“What? I can’t hear you.” He shouted, obviously lying.

Your neat bun was now fallen and Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so darn gorgeous in the sun that was shining your face.

“What?” You asked him, getting the attention of him.

He didn’t answer but leaned into you, lips almost touching. Your breath hitched, staring at his lips while he stared at yours.

“Hi.” You whispered softly.

“Hi.” He replied. You two ignored the everything around, just focusing on each other.

“Can I kiss you, princess?” Peter was secretly freaking out in the inside but he didn’t dared to show it to you.

“Yes.”

He nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against yours, but he persisted. His eyes were closed, like Tony had told him, but he could hear the crinkling of your smile as you manoeuvred your mouth into position, tilting your head so that your lips could meet his.

Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lip gloss.

“Are you going to tell the Queen about this?” Bucky asked Elliot. Both of them were looking at Peter and you through the big window in Elliot’s room.

“Honestly, no. I’ll give my sister her moment and then later on make fun of her.” He answered.

“Oh my god. Elliot, you got to have one of the most amazing toilet to ever exist. I just took the best shit of my life.” Sam interrupted, walking out of his bathroom.

Elliot and Bucky ignored Sam, staring at Peter and you. “What you weirdos looking at—oh, wow. The spider is getting it.”

~*~

373 notes · View notes

modernstoner · 3 years

Text

Grey Hair| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, sorry for not updating I wasn’t too motivated lately. THIS IS SO BAD BUT TRY TO ENJOY IT OML

Summary: While Peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

Warning: none. (Y/n) is bit dramatic lol

w/c: 687

~*~

You were tired. Like very very tired. You just wanted to relax in your dorm with your boyfriend, Peter.

“How was school today?” Peter asked you, positioning himself so you and him could cuddle.

“Horrible. I witnessed Mr. Carson getting a blowjob under the desk.” You gagged thinking about it while Peter snaked his arm around your waist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Isn’t he like 60?”

“He is kinda hot.” You teasingly watched as Peter got jealous and threw a nearby pillow at you.

You dodged, getting up from the couch, getting into a fighting position. “Are you seriously going to fight me? Spider-man? A superhero?” Peter smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You might be spider-man but I grew up with my grandma throwing slippers at me.” You got the pillow that Peter used it on you and you yeeted at him with all of your strength combined.

Peter pretended to be hurt by yelling ‘ouch’ and fell on the ground, softly. “Oh my god. My girlfriend is stronger than me! Please, tell my family I love them. Our saviour and god, Lord Farquaad shall take me to the heaven.”

You were laughing your ass off at Peter’s dramatic but yet, ridiculous speech. “You’re saviour and god is Lord Farquaad?”

“Yeah, why not? He looks like Noah Schnapp when he was in the first season of Stranger Things.” He shrugged, fixing his messed up hair.

“Netflix really did him dirty with that hair.” You agreed, deciding to sit on the floor, your back against the couch.

“Your hair looks like shit.” Peter commented as you dramatically gasped.

“How dare you insult my gorgeous hair.” You flicked your hair as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Literally. It looks like shit. Let me fix it.” He said, siting on the couch and you sat between his leg.

His finger started to brush your tangled hair making you yelp in pain. He mumbled a sorry. You started to relax, Peter always did an amazing job comforting or relaxing you. You sighed, starting to fall asleep when Peter said; “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes closed, refusing to open them.

“I just found a grey hair.” He said. Now that has caught your attention.

You opened your eyes, quickly getting up, looking down at Peter who was siting on the couch. “What?” You asked, carefully not to scare him.

Peter gulped, beginning to feel his palm sweat. “Grey h-hair in your h—”

“Oh my god!” You screamed in pure agony.

“(Y/n), baby, I — “

“I’m old!” You cried, kneeling down, putting your hand on your hair, rocking yourself back and fourth.

“(Y/n), It’s not a big deal. I—”

“Not a big deal?”

Oh no.

“Not a big deal? Really, Parker? I am becoming old. I—I’m dying.” You cried even more.

“You’re 22. You are not dy—”

“I can feel myself dying, Peter. I can see my grandma from Heaven.”

Peter sighed, obviously regretting to mention about a one strand of grey hair. “Peter.” You said in a very warning tone.

Peter hummed in response, just observing your tears coming from your eyes. “If I die, Peter...you’re coming with me.”

Peter already knew you were going to say that but he couldn’t understand if it was a joke or not. “O-Okay. If it makes you happy.”

He watched as more started to come from your eyes. “No, you stupid simp. If I die, you find someone better—” You were cut by Peter kissing you.

You kissed back, a single drop of tear coming from your eyes and Peter wiped it off. “Find someone better? I guess I’ll die alone because I rather be dead with you, (Y/n).”

“Awwwww. Peterrrr.” You snuggled up to his chest. Both of you ignored the fact that you two were on the floor.

The rest of the night was more calming, little jokes here and there, talking about the future. You two slept on the floor, just cuddling with each other. Was it uncomfortable? Yes but both of you didn’t care because as long as you two have each other, everything is perfect.

#peterparkerxreader #peterparkerxreaderfluff #tomholland #tomhollandxreader #peterparkerxreadersmut #peterparkersmut #peterparkerfluff #tomhollandsmut #peter parker x you #peterparkerx(y/n)#tom holland x you #tomhollandx(y/n)#peterparkerfanfic #peter parker oneshot #tom holland one shot #spiderman x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tomhollandxreadersmut

174 notes · View notes

modernstoner · 3 years

Text

Here comes the sun| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? Anyway, I got asked if I take request, yes give me ideas people!

Summary: Peter goes to an old record shop where he meets you.

Warning: none expect it’s really cringe (this is very lazily written lmao)

Word count: 983

~*~

Peter has found out Michelle likes the Beatles. He knew about the band but never actually listened to it. So, to impress her, he decides to to go this local record shop.

It was kinda far away. He had to take the bus and not the train. When he arrived, it was pretty noticeable that the shop was old. There were few shop around it like small Cafe’s and Flower shop.

He never knew Queen’s had such an adorable small town.

It was Autumn, orange and yellow leafs were falling of the tree. It was bit of a windy day so he wore a cosy scarf and a dark green brown-ish jacket.

His red backpack was hanging by his shoulder as he gripped tightly.

He opened the door, ringing the tiny bell that was hanged in the entrance. The shop had few people inside, not a lot.

“Hello, welcome to Ralph’s record shop, how may I help you?” A voice called out Peter.

He glanced at the person who said it, accidentally locking eyes with her. It was the cashier, her warm (e/c) looking at him, smiling at him.

“T-The bug, n-no, I meant the Beatles.” He nervously stuttered out making you snort in response.

“Oh, yes, my favourite bug band.” You teased him as he blushed in embarrassment. “Alrighty, follow me.” You motioned him to follow you.

He obeyed, walking towards you, looking around the somewhat aesthetically decorated shop.

“What kind of Beatles song you are looking for?” You asked him.

Now, what does he say? He literally doesn’t know any Beatles song and he does not want to embarrass himself again to this pretty girl that was standing beside him.

“T-The classic.” He replied and started to mentally slap himself.

“The classic?”

“Yes.”

There was no going back.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Can you give me an example?”

Peter thought, suddenly, he remember the time where Michelle was humming one of songs.

“The one that go; Hm-hmm-hmm-hm-do-do-do-dooo.” He hummed out the song as you cracked into a smile.

“You mean, Here comes the sun?” You questioned, going through the Beatles section.

“Y-Yes.” He answers, straight away.

“Now, tell me this, stranger. Have you ever listened to the Beatles?” You asked him and Peter doubted if he should tell you the truth or not.

Besides, why did he lie in the first place?

“Sadly, no, actually. A girl I like is coming to my house on Wednesday for a school project and she really likes the Beatles and if she sees that I have some few Beatles records in my house—”

You interrupted him, laughing as you cleaned the fake tears coming out of your eye, leaving poor Peter confused.

“I’m sorry.” You were still laughing. “It’s just that—why didn’t you just told me the truth?”

“I don’t know. I sometimes tend to get extremely nervous while talking to pretty girls-” Peter quickly shut his mouth when he said that, watching you as your eyes widened in surprised.

“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know w-what got into me. Oh my god.” Peter stuttered out making you laugh even more.

You found him very dorkishly adorable. If that’s a word.

“No. No. No. No. No. No need to apologise for telling facts.” You started to calm your laughter down. “I do actually find myself pretty.”

“You are.”

“Thanks.”

Then there was silence. Not an awkward one, a comfortable one. Peter just admired you as you went through the record to find the song.

“A-ha! Found the song. Anything else, hm?” You handed him the song.

Peter grabbed it and noticed how dusty it was so he started to blow the dust away not realising what a dumb move it was.

You coughed when the dust hit your face and Peter immediately stopped blowing.

“Oh my god! I’m so so so so so sorry. Oh my god, why am I like this?” He started to panic while you placed your hands on his shoulder, you were still coughing.

He blushed a little at the contact.

“No. Don’t worry. It’s my fault. I should have cleaned it.” You cleaned your face with your sleeve.

“No, it’s not your fault. Uh- as a apology, I would like to get you a coffee, what do you say?” Peter had no idea where this sudden confidence came from.

“Hmm. I do fancy some cup of coffee. How about the one down in the corner?” You suggested.

“Sure, why not.”

“Wonderful, let me get my coat. Oh wait- you have to pay.” You said, walking to the counter.

“Oh, right, sorry.” Peter smiled and gets his wallet out to pay.

“That’s going to be 15$ since your paying for my coffee I'm giving you a discount .” You added and Peter gave 20.

After Peter payed he walked with you to the coffee shop, joking and laughing with you. He felt more comfortable around you now. The wind blowing your face making few pieces of hair get into your face.

He loved how gorgeous you looked.

“-and I was like dude what are you doing? Then he guy was like- is something wrong?” You saw how Pete was staring at your face.

“No, it’s just that you’re really pretty.” He blurted out.

You slightly blushed a little. “You keep saying that.”

“Cuz I’m speaking facts.”

Following days and months Peter went to the shop regularly. Not to buy record, just to see and talk to you. Soon enough, you gave him your number and you two started to text daily.

One day, he had the courage to ask you on a date and you agreed. That day was probably the most stressful day he had. Trying on Uncle Ben’s nice clothes, giving Aunt May a free fashion show.

Now, Peter Benjamin Parker is proudly dating the one and only (Y/n) (L/n) and he couldn’t be happier to call you his.

~*~

191 notes · View notes

modernstoner · 3 years

Text

Train| P.Parker

Summary: Kissing and holding hands with Peter while being on the train. Warning: Fluff, poorly written :( Word count: 478

~*~

Peter and you have been dating for few month now. And it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Peter is a sweetheart, we all know that.

He would always give you kiss on the cheek before you go to class, holding hands when he walks you to your next class.

“It’s snowing.” You said, eyes glowing with excitement while Peter fixed your scarf that was around your neck.

School was over for the day, students running out of the building. You and Peter stood beside the school gate, talking.

“Hmm.” Peter only hummed in response. When he was done fixing your scarf, he looked at you with such admiration and love, it made you blush.

“Stop looking at me, you weirdo.” You smiled, hiding your face with your hand.

Peter shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“You always say that.” You rolled your eyes, placing your hand on your cheek due to the cold weather in Queens.

“Because it’s true.” He beamed and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. “A kiss on the cheek? Come one, (Y/n) you can do better than that.” He said, you knew what he meant by that.

You giggled and kissed him. He immediately you kissed you back, interlacing his hands with yours, swinging and twirling.

“Get a room, Parker!” Flash shouted while passing us with his expensive car, or his dad’s expensive car.

You two peacefully ignored him, being used to all the teasing and bullying he does.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He kissed your temple.

“You don’t h— “

“Shh. That’s what a good boyfriend does.” He smiled before holding your hand and started walking.

~*~

The train was very crowded with all different people. Peter grabbed the train pole as you stand beside him.

You decided to put your hand in his pocket where his hand was located. You leaned in, close to Peter's ears. “Do you wanna spend the night?” You whispered to his ear, not wanting stranger hear.

“A-At your place?” He whispered back.

“Yeah.”

“Would your dad be okay with this? He questioned as you gripped tightly on his hand.

“Dad likes you, don’t worry.” You giggled.

Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin.

He closed his eyes. Your kisses was like a drug to him, he could never say no to them. You are just so dang addicting.

His lips were chapped but you didn’t care.

“People—are looking—(Y/n).” Peter said between the kiss.

“Let them.” You breathed, giving him a last good kiss making him whine at the lost of contact of your lips.

You chuckled. “You’ll get plenty more when you spend the night.” You teased him as his face turned red.

“I hope so.”

#peter parker #peterparkerxreader #tomholland #tom holland x reader #peterparkerfluff #peterparkerxreaderfluff #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #tom holland fic #peter parker fic #peterparkerx(Y/n)#peterparkerxyou #tomhollandx(Y/n)#tomhollanxyou

228 notes · View notes