TASM Peter Parker Imagines

Sweet as Cinnamon

Based on this request: "tasm!peter x fem!reader songfic for radio by lana del rey? reader's a singer who's finally "made it" and feels like now she's finally worth something now that her songs are playing on the radio she's never felt like she's deserved peter's love until now and thought that once she became famous she would finally be worthy of him. now she's gotten wrapped up in fame, peter feels like he's lost the "true y/n"

The room is silent, save for the whir of gears and the click of your pen as you finally shut the cap once more. You consider the completed design in front of you, then nod at last in satisfaction.

"It's done."

Beside you, your boyfriend looks up with a start. "You finished? This is it?"

You nod happily. "This is it. My first album cover, finally completed."

Peter Parker stands up, putting down the mess of metal and wires in his hands so he can peer over your shoulder. "I think that looks fantastic. That means you're ready to release your stuff, right?"

You swivel your chair around so you can face him. "Exactly. I've been singing for a while, but now it's going to be out there."

Peter whistles. "That's my girlfriend, out there. I'll be buying a dozen or two copies as soon as I can."

You laugh. "Don't blow your whole budget on the first album alone, Peter. I'm sure to have a tremendously successful tour in a matter of months."

Peter pulls you into a hug. "I'll take out a loan, no worries. I can't wait to see how the album does."

You smile into his shoulder. "Neither can I."

Honestly, this feels like a fantastic step forward. You love singing; making music is the best way you can picture the world around you, all through the frame of song lyrics. Sure, something might hurt you today, but once you put it through a few chords and stanzas, it's no problem at all. Music makes sense for you, and releasing this album is going to let the world see your life through your own eyes.

Not even they can stop me now

Boy, I be flying overhead

The best part is that you have Peter right by your side throughout all of it. He's there to count down the seconds until the album goes live online, he happily calls out every incremental change in streams, he tells all his friends and neighbours to go listen to your songs. You couldn't ask for a better person to hold your hand throughout all of it.

Their heavy words can't bring me down

Boy, I've been raised from the dead

Right now, the two of you are driving in Peter's car, windows rolled down to best let in the sunshine. You're both wearing the cheap plastic sunglasses you bought on a prior date in the mall, when you tried on every combination of lens style and frame color until the kiosk owner was sick of you.

The car radio has been on for a while, but you haven't been entirely paying attention to it. The announcers always talk too much in between songs, and you're about to switch to another channel when you hear the opening notes to a very familiar song.

All of a sudden, your carefree mood comes to a crashing halt, and your hand flies to the volume controls. "Peter, that's my song!"

Your boyfriend blinks in surprise. "What?"

You gesture frantically at the car radio. "The channel, they're playing my song! That's my new song!"

Peter's mouth drops open. "No, that's crazy! That's one of the most popular radio stations in, like, the entire country. Turn it up!"