𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Cheating On Spidey

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → PDA, Fluff, Social media/viral drama, cheating mentioned.

Summary → Y/N Stark got caught kissing Peter; media assumes she's cheating on Spider-Man.

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It started with a photo.

A single, blurry, slightly angled photo that looked like it had been taken in a rush. Probably from across the street, probably by someone who thought they’d just caught the moment of the year.

And, well… they kind of had.

You were pressed against a brick wall outside a quiet café in Manhattan, your fingers tangled deep in Peter Parker’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss that was anything but subtle.

His hand was firm on your waist, fingers curled like he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. Your body leaned into his like it was second nature, like you belonged there.

Like he belonged to you.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It looked intimate.

By the time you woke up the next morning, it was everywhere.

News articles. Gossip blogs. Twitter threads. TikTok edits with dramatic music. Every kind of social media.

You didn’t even need to unlock your phone fully, notifications were already flooding your screen.

“Y/N STARK CAUGHT CHEATING ON SPIDER-MAN?”

“MYSTERY MAN IDENTIFIED AS PETER PARKER”

“WHO IS THE GUY STEALING SPIDER-MAN’S GIRL?”

You blinked at your phone, still half-asleep.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

From beside you, Peter groaned, face buried in your pillow. “What?” He mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Instead of answering, you turned your phone toward him. He squinted at the screen. Then blinked. Then sat up so fast he nearly knocked foreheads with you.

“Oh my God.”

Silence.

A heavy, stunned silence filled the room as both of you stared at the photo again—this time with full awareness of what it looked like.

To the public, it was simple:

Y/N Stark = dating Spider-Man

Y/N Stark = making out with some random guy

Conclusion = cheating

Peter ran a hand through his already messy hair.

“I mean…” he started, weakly, “technically… you are making out with your boyfriend—”

“Peter.”

“—who is also Spider-Man—”

“Peter.”

“—so like, morally, we’re in the clear—”

You smacked his arm.

“This is not funny.”

“I’m not laughing,” he said quickly, even though there was the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’m panicking internally.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then grabbed your phone again, scrolling through the chaos.

Comments. Thousands of them.
Some defending you. Most… not.

“Poor Spider-Man.”

“She fumbled so hard.”