Lights Out – P.P

Alrightyyyy this was my first Peter Parker request, and I think it’s kinda bad but it’s a start I guess lmao.

Requested by @incorrectquotesconaisseur :) thank you for the request!

Summary - While hanging with Peter, the reader catches her trashy boyfriend smacking lips with another girl. Revenge ensues.

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Jack wasn’t… Perfect. But Y/n could see the light in his heart, she truly thought so. He had a tough bad boy exterior, but inside he was sweet.

Or at least that what she had hoped, but after 3 months it was getting hard to hope.

Jack had brushed her off almost their entire relationship. She thought maybe he was going through something because before they were dating he was such a gentleman. He had gotten her flowers for a week straight before asking her out.

Now he ignored her unless it was the occasional peck on the lips. Or their weekly movie night, those things made her hold on.

“Hey Jack, do you want to go to the movies with me and Peter? He asked if you wanted to join.” Jack shook his head as he walked up the stairs toward his room.

“No, I’m good, kinda tired so I’m probably just gonna go to bed.” He smiled at her, blowing her a kiss. She smiled, catching it, then snapping which turned the lights off in his living room.

“Sleep well love.” She said, heading out his front door and closing it quietly. She then

began her drive to aunt May’s apartment.

Y/n knocked lightly on the door, it swung open mid knock.

“Ready to go?” Pete asked, raising his hands into jazz hands. She smiled with a nod, pulling him from the door.

“So what are we watching?”

“Despite not wanting to see a horror movie, I picked the second Quiet Place because I knew you wanted to see it.” He whipped the tickets from his pocket with a cheesy grin. Y/n’s eyes widened.

“Awe Pete! It’s okay, you can hold my hand if you get scared.” She winked playfully, grabbing his hand and dragging him to her car.

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After the movie, they made their way to a coffee shop a little ways from the theatre. It was called ‘Singing Beans.’ Peter held the door open for Y/n, heads whipping towards them as the little bell rang. One

little girl’s eyes lit up, running toward Y/n.

“Are you Lights Out!” She screeched with a big smile, Y/n crouched down to her size.

“Yes, I am!” She said with a snap, causing the light above them to go dark. The child shook with excitement.

“You’re so cool!” A small crowd accumulated around them, asking for pictures and for her to sign their arms. Peter just stood back and watched.

In the middle of getting a free coffee from a barista, Peter shook her arm.

“What?” She asked quietly, thanking the barista a thousand times. He only shook her shoulder again, prompting her to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. He noticed he was pointing out the window with a pained look.

There he stood, Jack.

Kissing another girl.

Y/n nearly dropped her coffee. He was sucking face with Felicity Hardy of all people. The girl people called Black Cat, recently causing minimal havoc around the city. Mostly vandalism disguised as activism.

She stormed out of the shop, leaving Pete behind. Once she stepped out, she turned the street lamp above them off, hearing a sigh from Jack.

“Y/n…” He turned to her, crossing his arms, an innocent look on his face.

“You are so luckyI don’t take the light from your eyes Jack, you piece of shit.” Felicity rolled her eyes, looking around looking disinterested. “You too Felicity, you knew I was dating him.” She hoped that waswould sting Jack, but deep down she knew it didn’t.

“Oh please, as if I cared.” She scoffed with a laugh. She came face to face with Y/n, nearly 3 inches from her face. “You don’t scare me.” Felicity whispered.

The rage built up inside Y/n, rarely did she do this in docile situations. She usually did it when she was in deep shit, but she was so mad. She sneered as she snapped her fingers behind her back, watching as Felicity panicked.

She screamed, touching her eyes, which Y/n didn’t understand, considering she didn’t inflict any pain on her. She just… Made her temporarily blind.

“I can’t see anything!” Felicity screeched.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to in a few hours.” Y/n shrugged, looking to Jack. He looked like he could scream too, but from anger.

“God, you’re such a pretentious bitch.” He spat at her, just as two feet came down from the sky, kicking him in the chest and knocking him to the ground.

“I’m sure lots of people could say the same about you.” A voice quipped. Y/n smiled as Spiderman stood on her ex-boyfriend’s chest. “Do you even know what that word means? Because you kind of used it wrong.” He rambled as he webbed Jack’s wrists and ankles to the ground.

“Thanks, Spiderman.” Y/n chuckled.

“Of course beautiful stranger.” She could practically see him winking. “And as for you, maybe you should just sit down with your new boyfriend. Because the webs should dissolve in the amount of time it takes you to regain sight.” He hung above Felicity and patted her head, bringing himself up as she swatted the air around her. He swung in a different direction, visibly landing in an alley 2 blocks over.

Y/n jogged to the alley, walking up just as Pete pulled his shirt over himself. He looked up with a sad smile, immediately turning worried as he saw tears forming in her eyes. He ran to hug her, pulling her into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, he didn’t deserve you.” He heard her sniffle into his chest, breaking his heart. That stupid boy, breaking his girl’s heart.

“I feel so stupid, he was shrugging me off for months and I ignored it. He was probably cheating the whole time.” This made her sob harder, grabbing at Pete’s shirt and squeezing the fabric between her fingers.

“It’s not your fault, he’s just a piece of work.” He sighed, running his hand over her hair.

“Can we go to your house, do you think May would let me stay over.” She looked up at him, her nose red, along with her tear-soaked cheeks.

“I think so yeah.” His thumbs rubbed tears from her cheeks. “Let’s get home, don’t forget to text your mom.” Y/n texted her mom as Pete walked them to her car.

Jack cheated, I’m staying at Pete’s tonight, love you :(

I’m so sorry bb, I’ll see you tomorrow. (I never liked that douche anyway, he had no manners) Have fun at Pete’s.

Y/n giggled at her phone pitifully, hopping in the passenger seat, mumbling that he could drive back.

——-

Y/n had fallen asleep in the car on the way there. Peter knew this, considering he looked at her every 30 seconds.

He did that even when he wasn’t worried about her.

He parked her car outside of his apartment, quickly making his way to the passenger side. He opened the door and scooped her up easily, shutting the door with his foot. Once he made it inside, May gave him a puzzled look.

“Can she stay the night, we just beat her exes ass because we saw him cheat. She’s really tired.” He whispered. She nodded with a smile.

“Of course she can, night Petey.” She ruffled his hair, heading to her room. Pete pushed his door open with his foot, slowly setting Y/n down on the bottom bunk. He pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead.

“Good night beautiful.” He whispered, admiring her sleeping face.

'Goodnight handsome.“ She giggled back, pulling the covers closer and turning away.

Oh shit.

Summary:When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count:3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls 

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.” 

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.” 

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face. 

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought. 

“Flash was ten times more likely to wind up dead if he got paired with you rather than MJ, so I’d say he’d be the one with the short end of the stick there,” Peter joked, setting his bag next to yours as you rooted through the fridge for some juice. 

“You’re right,” you agreed with a smile, “besides, it would never come to that because you would do the gentlemanly thing and switch partners with me, right?”

You turned to Peter with apple juice in your hand. Peter wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Aw babe,” he cooed, “no chance in hell.” 

You pulled away with a laugh, setting the apple juice on the counter behind you, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Parker,” you smiled. 

Peter’s cheeks flushed pink as you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes. He smiled down at you, flicking his eyes between your gaze and your plush lips, just begging for a kiss. 

“What?” you asked coyly, bringing your hand up to the back of his head and playing with the curls that grew there. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Peter muttered as he leaned into you and your temptress ways, “we need to work on our project soon.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed, “and?” 

“You’redistracting me,” Peter’s breath was minty on your face as he spoke, lips inching closer to yours. 

“Am not,” you bit your lip. 

Peter leaned in fully, closing the gap between the two of you, but just when his lips met yours—ding! The elevator door opened. 

“Hands off my daughter, Underoos,” Tony said, not even looking up from his phone as he walked into the penthouse. 

Peter immediately took a huge step away from you, quickly busying himself with getting glasses from the cabinet for the apple juice. 

“Dad,” you groaned, walking over to your backpack to get your computer and homework out, “I thought you were in Spain.” 

“It was Prague,” Tony corrected, “and I just got off the jet. Is this what you guys do whenever I leave?” He asked, looking up from his phone and pointing between you and Peter with a disgusted look on his face. 

“N-No, of course not, Mr. Stark—” Peter began, turning towards his mentor, but you cut him off. 

“Only if there’s no one else home,” you shrugged. Peter snapped his head towards you and widened his eyes, “What?” you held your hands up in defense, “There’s no point in lying.” 

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I hate teenagers,” he groaned as he walked away towards the living room. 

“That… went surprisingly better than I thought it would,” Peter noted as he set your glass of apple juice next to your notes. 

“He’s tired,” you said, “we’ll probably get a stern talking to about protection and all that later. Or better yet, he’ll have Steve give us the lecture,” you grimaced at the thought. 

“I can’t go through another one of those talks,” Peter groaned, taking a seat next to you at the counter, “May found the condoms I bought before I got a chance to put them away and every time she mentioned sex during the entire conversation she called it “fornicating”.”

You laughed and elbowed Peter’s arm, “I’ll do you one better,” you proposed, “Steve still refers to it as “fonduing”.” You wiggled your eyebrows at Peter as you said it, making him laugh along with you. 

After your laughter died down you pulled up the assignment you were given on your computer, “Okay,” you began, “Mrs. Horn said that we’re getting the dolls on Monday so this weekend we have to have typed out a birth plan, daily schedule, and list of notable child physicians in the area that we could go to.” 

“Okay,” Peter nodded, opening his laptop as well, “what do you want to start first?” 

“Birth plan probably,” you began typing on a shared document with Peter, “she said it has to be at least one page and include alternate plans for worst-case scenarios. So we should do our regular birth plan and then we could do one like if something bad were to happen.” 

You began typing out the plan of what you would want to do if you were really having a baby. Peter watched as you wrote out all of the plans, taking note of how quickly you seemed to figure this all out. 

“This feels so weird,” Peter mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking over at him. 

“It feels kind of real,” he explained, “like, have you thought about this?” 

“Not particularly,” you shrugged, “I mean, sometimes. I just think logically I will probably have kids, so it’s good to know ahead of time how I want them to come into the world and how I plan to raise them and all that jazz.”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded.

“Do you want to change anything on here?” you asked, “I mean, it’s your kid too.” you joked, nudging Peter slightly. 

“N-No,” Peter shook his head, “it all looks really good,” he smiled, mesmerized by the thought of having children with you and starting a family one day. 

Of course, it was way too early to even think of that, let alone make plans for it, but knowing that you also thought about these scenarios made Peter’s heart soar. 

He’d always felt—at least in some small part of him—like your feelings for each other were one-sided. Or maybe not one-sided completely, but at least he thought that he loved you more or cared about your relationship more than you did. But this project you’d been given was easing those worries little by little. It might not have meant nearly as much to you, but to Peter, it meant the world to know that you thought of the future like this. Possibly a future with him.

“Oh, and names,” you said, looking up from your laptop to Peter, “one boy name and one girl name since Mrs. Horn is randomly assigning the babies to each pair so we won’t know if we get a boy or a girl until Monday.” 

“That’s dumb,” Peter said, “don’t people usually know beforehand? So they can know what clothes to buy and stuff.” 

“Yeah, but I guess some people like surprises like that,” you shrugged, “I would want to know as soon as possible.”

“Mhm,” Peter agreed.

“Okay, so names,” you started typing out a section for that on the document, “any ideas?” 

“Hm,” Peter thought about it for a moment, “how about Hans, like from Star Wars.” 

“Wow,” you nodded, “even for our fake kid I hate it.” 

Peter shook his head, “Well what do you want to name it?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “even though this is all fake and stuff, it’s good practice. That’s why we took the class—”

“We also both needed another elective credit,” Peter mumbled. 

“So I don’t just want to pick some random names and be done with it,” you explained. 

“Well,” Peter began, “if I had a girl, I’d want to name her May because May has always been such a big part of my life. I’d want to honor her by doing that.” 

“Okay,” you nodded with a smile, “I really like that. Want to add a middle name?” 

“You can pick.” 

“I like Louise,” you typed it out, “she’s my favorite character in Bob’s Burgers,” you smiled. 

“Perfect,” Peter agreed, “and for a boy?” 

“Anthony?” you asked, “After my dad, and then Ben for a middle name, after your uncle,” you typed it out as you spoke before looking up at Peter, “what d’you think?” 

“I-I really like that,” Peter nodded, a small smile dancing on his lips. 

“Okay,” you closed your laptop, “that’s enough for one day. We can look for child physicians tomorrow.”

Ding! As you and Peter finished up your work in the kitchen, Morgan was just coming up to the penthouse, just now returning from school herself. 

“Hey little miss,” you smiled when you saw her, but you frowned when you saw the small pout on her face, “what’s wrong?” 

“‘M not any good at kindergarten,” Morgan pouted, “I messed up reading during read-aloud time.” 

“That’s okay, Morg,” you tried to reassure her, “one mistake doesn’t mean that you’re not good at something. Peter makes mistakes all the time, but he’s still a really good Avenger,” you said, patting your boyfriend on the shoulder. 

“Yeah, I always make mistakes,” Peter nodded, “but it helps because then I learn from them and fix them, and then I do better. (Y/N) makes mistake too—”

“Don’t lie to her, babe,” you cooed, pinching Peter’s cheek. 

“It’s not the same,” Morgan walked over to you and climb into the barstool next to yours, “everyone laughed at me.” 

“Wealways laugh at Peter,” you told her, “remember when he ran into the window?” 

A smile crept its way onto Morgan’s face, “Yeah,” she nodded. 

“And that’s how Peter learned that we have the windows cleaned every Thursday,” you explained with a smile, “and it was funny.” 

“Not for me,” Peter whined from beside you, “I broke my nose.” 

Morgan giggled as you began to tickle her, “And he broke his nose,” you laughed, “that’s way worse than messing up read aloud.” 

“Yeah,” Morgan agreed, laughing along with you. 

“I don’t like how you’ve chosen to console her,” Peter mumbled. 

“Aw,” you cooed, placing your hand over Peter’s, “it’s okay, baby. It was just a mistake, right Morg?” 

“Mhm,” Morgan nodded. 

“And it’s not a big deal or worth being upset over, right?” you nudged Peter. 

“Right,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Okay,” you looked down at your sister, “now run along, Peter and I still have some homework to finish. Dad just got home so he’s probably in the living room watching TV.” 

“Okay,” Morgan hopped down from the counter and ran off down the hall. 

“You’re really good with kids,” Peter said as he looked at you with admiration. 

“So are you,” you smiled at him, “I’m glad I can shit on you to make her feel better,” you joked. Peter laughed and wrapped his arm around you, “I hope I can count on you to let me do that when it’s our kids.” 

“Anything for you,” Peter said, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You hummed against his lips, before pulling away, “Don’t try to seduce me when my family is in the other room.”  

“Hey,” Peter complained, “if anything, it’s you that does the seducing.” 

“I’m about to go to my room to finish my homework,” you pulled away from him, “do you really want that to be the last thing you said before we move to my room?” 

Peter quickly shook his head, “No, definitely not. I love you, you’re perfect, you can do no wrong.” 

“Aw,” you smiled, “you’re too sweet.” 

You began to gather your things as did Peter so you could both head to your room. 

“Are you excited to take care of a baby for a week?” Peter asked as you began walking down the hall. 

“Kind of,” you shrugged, “I mean, I think it’s honestly gonna be one of the most hand-on assignments ever, which I’m not exactly thrilled about because of our busy schedules. Like, when we really have a baby, it would be when we’re ready and can make time for it. Ideally, at least.” 

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said “we”, as in, you and him, having children together. His heart was already so full when he looked at you, he couldn’t imagine the love and joy he’d feel when looking at you round with his baby or holding his children in your arms. This project was truly putting many things into perspective for him and forcing him to think about his future. 

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, “not to mention the crying. It’s gonna be so loud and nonstop.” 

“I didn’t pay attention at all when we went over the different cries in class,” you admitted, “so we might have to try everything to get the doll to shut up.” you joked. 

“You mean to get our very loved baby to soothe,” Peter corrected, “doesn’t this thing also record us?” 

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think that’s allowed. If so, Mrs. Horn is gonna be in for a real treat. More like Mrs. Horny—” 

“Please stop.” 

“Also,” you said, “I haven’t told anyone about this project yet, so nobody’s gonna be prepared for this next week of hell.” 

“Well, better get to it,” Peter said, “gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa,” he joked. 

“Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”

Little did you and Peter know, you were both passing Morgan’s room, whose door was open a crack. The little girl was playing with her dolls when she heard the two of you pass by. “Gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa” “Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”

Morgan set her dolls down and raced to the door to hear more of the conversation, but you and Peter were already down the hall and in your room. 

Her little lip began to wobble at the thought of you and Peter having a baby right now. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but she knew that it meant everything would change and that wasn’t something she was prepared for. She stood in the doorway of her room for a moment before she did what any six-year-old would do when they were about to cry; she ran to her dad. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Morgan cried as she ran into the living room, where Tony was half asleep on the couch with Pepper by his side, who had just gotten home from work. Sam, Bucky, and Natasha were also there, just in the other room discussing details for a mission they were going to go on. One that they planned to invite you and Peter to join. 

“Huh?” Tony woke with a start as Morgan jumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” Pepper looked worriedly as Morgan buried her face into her dad’s shirt. She ran her hand up and down the little girl’s back soothingly. 

“What’s the commotion?” Sam asked, walking into the room with Natasha and Bucky, “Who hurt our favorite fun-sized Stark?” 

“Morg,” Tony tried to calm her down, “what happened? Are you hurt?” 

Morgan shook her head quickly, “No,” she cried, “I’m just sad. I don’t want everything to change.” 

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Natasha questioned softly. 

“(Y/N) a-and Petey are go-gonna have a b-baby,” Morgan sobbed as she spoke, hardly getting the words out, “and t-then everything with change because y-you’ll all be too busy with the new baby!” 

Pepper looked up at Tony who looked at Pepper with the same expression of complete confusion. 

“Honey,” Pepper cooed, “(Y/N) and Peter are not having a baby. Why would you think that?” 

“They said they are!” Morgan yelled defensively, growing more upset now that everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. 

Sam looked over and Bucky and Natasha who just shrugged. 

“Maybe they said that in the future they might want to have kids,” Natasha said, “but that doesn’t mean that they’re gonna have a baby now.” she tried to explain. 

“No,” Morgan shook her head, “they’re having a baby now,” she was very adamant about it. 

“Why do you think that, Morg?” Tony asked. 

“Because (Y/N) said that she would have to tell me that I’m gonna be an auntie. I don’t want to be an auntie! I want to be the baby.” Morgan began to cry harder, “A-And Peter said that they were g-gonna tell you that y-you’ll be a grandpa! I don’t want you to be a grandpa, I want you to be my daddy still!” 

Tony thought about it as Morgan cried in his arms. You and Peter were insanely touchy with each other. He knew for a fact that you and he have already fondued, and he also never had the safe sex talk with either of you yet—part of him hoping that you two weren’t stupid enough to not be safe. But the more Morgan cried in his arms, the more he thought about all the times he caught Peter coming out of your room at two in the morning, all the times Peter had set off the security alarms by sneaking into the tower at one in the morning, all the pieces of dirty laundry that belonged to Peter that also got mixed in with yours, and worst of all—all of the times you texted him letting him know that you were going to stay the night at Peter’s. 

“Oh my God,” Tony wrapped his arms around Morgan tighter to make her feel comforted, “she’s right. I think (Y/N) might be pregnant.” he looked over at Pepper who was shaking her head at him. 

“Tony,” she chided, “don’t feed into this. Morgan is just having a rough day, and you’re exhausted. This isn’t a good topic for discussion right now. If (Y/N) really was pregnant she’d tell us.” 

“Maybe she just hasn’t yet,” Tony defended, “I mean, seriously, do you know how many times I’ve caught them doing it.” 

“Hundreds,” Bucky nodded in understanding. 

“Don’t even get me started on the fact that Peter talks in his sleep,” Sam began to laugh as he mocked him, “oh (Y/N), right there. Oh, so good baby. Feels so go—”

Natasha quickly cut him off with a slap. 

“Oh my God,” Tony groaned, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch, “this can’t be happening. Please tell me (Y/N) didn’t let this happen—”

“Tony stop,” Pepper scolded him, “you’re being ridiculous.” 

“Pep,” Tony nodded down to Morgan who was still crying softly in his arms, “Morgan’s not a liar. I’m sure she heard correctly, and those two teenagers,” he pointed a thumb down the hall to where your room was, “they’re like rabbits. All day and night.” 

Natasha grimaced, “Okay, I think this is getting a little out of hand,” she said, “let’s just ask them. Calmly.” she added, seeing the way Tony was already on his feet, ready to let you and Peter have it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waved her off, already heading towards your bedroom. 

“Did you put that you didn’t want an epidural?” Peter questioned as he read over the document, “doesn’t that like, hurt though?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “but I’m tough. I mean, I literally got shot in the shoulder last month and still had to haul your ass to safety.” 

“Still,” Peter shurgged, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to get the epidural.” 

“I don’t want to be all drugged up when I meet my baby,” you explained, “like sometimes people are so dopey from the epidural that they don’t even remember the first moments with their child. I just want to feel it all and remember it all, even if it hurts.” 

Tony could hear the last part of your conversation as he stood outside your door, now fully believing what Morgan had been saying. 

“(Y/N),” he opened the door to your room, seeing you on your bed with your TV remote in your hand as you flipped through movies on Netflix. Peter was at your desk, typing things down on a document Tony could clearly see titled “Parker-Stark Birth Plan”. 

“Yeah?” you didn’t even look away from the TV. 

“Oh my God,” Tony’s face dropped, “so it’s true.” 

“Huh?” Peter looked up from his laptop. 

“What’s true?” you asked, now looking over at Tony. 

“Morgan was right, you are pregnant,” Tony had this strange expression on his face. It was a mix of shock, disappointment, and anger all at once, “how could you let this happen?” He looked between you and Peter, “You both are the most irresponsible teenagers I have ever met. How can you possibly consider bringing a child into this world together? Did you rub your two remaining brain cells together to come to this conclusion? Did you even think or consider all of your options? How far along are you?” 

“What?” Peter looked over at you, “You’re pregnant?” 

“No!” you shook your head, “I’m not! Why would you think that?” you looked at your dad. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Tony warned, “I can see the guilt all over your faces.” 

“That’s Cheeto dust, and it’s only on Peter’s face,” you joked. 

“(Y/N), not the time,” Peter said, closing his laptop and wiping his face off with his sleeve. 

“You two are ridiculous. You can’t even be serious about this,” Tony threw his hands up in the air, “I can’t believe how irresponsible you two have proven yourselves to be. I put a lot of trust in you guys to be mature and strong leaders and then you go and do something like this—” 

“I’mnotpregnant!” 

“Then why the hell are you making a birth plan and planning to tell me I’m gonna be a grandpa?!”

You and Peter both looked at each other and a moment before bursting out laughing. You were clutching your stomach and slapping your hand onto the bed as you laughed while Peter held his fist over his mouth to muffle his laughter. 

“Would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?” 

“It’s for a school project,” you laughed out, “Peter and I are taking care of a robot baby next week and we have to do some paperwork before we get the baby.” 

“We wanted to tell you beforehand because it’s a really annoying baby,” Peter explained, “it’s gonna cry a lot.” 

“And the birth plan has to reflect our own ideas on what we would want to do, so that’s why we’ve been discussing it.” 

Peter opened up his laptop to show Tony the document. After Tony skimmed it, he switched taps to the dropbox where it would be turned in, “It’s for our Child Development class. It’s the final project before the exam.” 

“I’m not actually pregnant, dad,” you giggled, still trying to catch your breath from laughing so much, “we’re not thatdumb.” 

“Yeah, Mr. Stark,” Peter nodded, “I have a strong pull ou—”, you quickly threw a pillow at your boyfriend’s face, cutting him off from saying anything else. 

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@ptergwen​@princessofguineapigs​@peterbenjiparker​@cherrytholland​@itsapeterthing​@justapurrcat​@kelieah​@totheblood​ @celestialholland @hollandcrush​@scarletspideyy​ @blissfulparker @spidernerdsblog@spideyspeaches​@andilovetowrite@sinisterspidey@annathesillyfriend@lovelybarnes@white-wolf1940@arvinsescape@super-not-naturall@allthisfortommy@selfcarecap@misshale21@morganwilliams23-blog@loveaffaire@tomfknholland@pogueslandia@tomshufflepuff@aayaissa@hallecarey1@a-daydreamers-day@holland-styles@cloudyfeel@peni5parker@slut-for-steve-rogers@kitkatt18-blog@kitkat2015-blog@bookfrog242@slutforfics@wildxwidow@kayasholland@prancerrparkerr@petesrparker@arlo-sanders@sxuxgarplxum@peter-parkers-gf@namoreno@andrewgarfields-girlfriend@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd@xoxokiaraaxoxo@hollandsvogue-blog@marvelobsessed10031917@z3ndaya-blog@sunflowerfive@yunho-leeknow@xxxstormyninixxx@marvelhasmyheart235@lowkey-holland@blahblahblah-boo@nocturnalms@happyt0exist@kpostedsum@noemiix1@mischieftom@sophi54@allazay101@spideybrina@rqmanoff@rory-cakes@parkerdarling@samaraaaaa-blog@freds-slut@brown-eyed-doe@misslady246@tonystarksfavoritedaughter@adayasgeorgia@mn-jun@spider-man-stiles-gubler@wildholland@demirunner@marvelobsessedteen@lolooo22@moniffazictress11@sleepybesson@evermoresstuff@sweetpeterparker@bradtomlovesya@teenwishes08@hogwartsmarvelmommy@dracoswhore007@Elishi03@beth-gallagher22@hunnybunimdun@badbatch-simp24@raajali3@vibezayn91@heyyitsreign@iamsherloki-wholocked@itscaminow@blankspaceblankday@denkisclown@spideysloverera@minejungwoo@dirtytissuebox@whoeveniskendall@princessnnylzays@katie-navarro@hollandscherry@demirunner@lucypevensie111-blog@dottirose@tiaamberxx@wh0re4zaynmalik@luvwanda@kinlie-l@cevans-winchester@502spidey@wondergal2001@avada-kedavra-bitch-187@inlovewithremusjohnlupin@belovedholland@randomstufflol29@t-lostinworlds@kaitieskidmore1@milkiane@alisslahey@pandaxnienke@onceuponameli@ju1cyang3l@maximoffbarnesprotectionsquad@indouloureux@d22malfoys@chaoticevilbakugo@princessnnylzays@cmrxac

✧ tags & moots✧ PETER PARKER

@harryhollandsgirlfriend@hollandlover19@ietss@fuckingbloodyhello@spencereidshoe@idli-dosa@ghostlyspiderversebeautyfire@heartshapedparker@5aturne@say-urie@fitzfiles-blog@marvelobsessedsworld@honeyspidey@bangtansighs@buckybarnesenby

warnings: angst, general owie moments, mention of penis.

heyo!! i am not sure why i keep writing breakups for peter i need to give this kid a break fr but anyways here u go :D my masterlist can be found hereand my requests are open :)

“Peter Parker, MIT!” There was an outburst of applause as Peter hopped up the steps and accepted his diploma.

You’d already received yours, and with tears in your eyes, joyful ones for now, you clapped and hollered for Peter. You were so proud of him for getting into MIT, and it was evident with the way you were totally ruining your makeup.

After receiving his diploma he jogged over to where you were sitting, giving his apologies to the people he was pushing past, and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“We made it, love.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you, the picture perfect image of high school sweethearts, cheered for the rest of your classmates.

Once the ceremony was over, you, Peter, Ned, and MJ took photos, exchanging gifts you’d gotten each other.

“Guys- I’m gonna cry. You didn’t.” MJ fake sobbed as she pulled out her group gift, which was a gift card to the coffee shop she worked at.

Peter received a set of house keys (his own, he’d lost them and MJf ound them), Ned received a pair of socks, (Is this because of that one time I had a hole in my sock?”) and you received a notebook, and when you’d opened it there was just a quite detailed penis drawn on every page. (“I’m quite artistically talented.” explained MJ.)

After you’d waved goodbye to MJ and Ned, with promises of hanging out over the summer, you and peter headed home, hand in hand.

Your thumb was drawing circles on his palm, something he noticed you’d only done when you were nervous.

He tried to brush it off as the nerves of being a new high school graduate, but when he’d gone to unlock his front door, and you let go of his hand, he knew something was wrong.

“Pete wait.” You spoke, tucking the congrats grad bear he’d given to you in private under your arm and switching your handbag to the other hand.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” He turned around, leaving the key in the doorknob. You looked sad, almost, standing in the flickering lights of his apartment hallway, though you were ethereal to him nonetheless.

“I just- God why is this so hard- You’re going to MIT. And I’m so so proud of you.” Your voice cracked, and Peter felt his heart drop. “But, I’m not. I, fuck. I’m going to California Peter. Do you know how far away that is?” You laughed dryly, sniffling and looking over Peter’s shoulder. “Do you know how far Massachusetts is from California? It’s 3,000 miles, Pete. We, we can’t make that work.”

“Yes we can, I promise we can. Just, please. We have the summer and we can call and we can- I can get Mr. Stark to fly me over there every weekend and we can make it work. We can do it, please don’t, we can, we can.” He repeated, begging you, as you stood there with tears, this time sad ones, running down your cheek.

“Pete..” You said softly. “We can’t.”

“Mr. Stark-“

“Tony can’t do everything for you. You’re a college student now, I bet your internship is ending. An MIT student! The love of my life is going to MIT! You truly don’t know how happy you’ve made me. But we just can’t. Long distance doesn’t work Peter. I’d rather break our hearts now, then in the future, when we can’t get over it.” You untucked the bear from your arm, fiddling with its arms. “It just won’t work.” You finished.

Peter knew you were right. Long distance just did not work. Especially for people who were heading into two separate life paths. Long distance didn’t work if you didn’t know Peter was Spider-Man and had infinite access (well, to an extent,) of Tony’s resources.

“I- right. I’m- you’re right. I- Can I just kiss you one last time?” He put his bag down between his feet and held his arms out, but instead you placed the bear in his hands and shook your head.

“It’ll make things harder, Pete.”

“You’re right. Well,” He cleared his throat, trying to stop himself from breaking down right there. “Goodbye, I guess.”

“Goodbye, Peter. I love you.” You wiped your tears, waving goodbye and walking down the hall, and he could see your shoulders shaking from how you were sobbing.

“I love you too.” He waved behind you, watching you go, and he broke down in Aunt May’s arms when she opened the door.