Peter Parker Oneshots

A Gift

A/n: so I thought of this and loved it, also this is kinda like a Tonyxreader as well. Enjoy~!

(This has kinda to do with religion, so I know you might not be Christian like I am, it will still be a rather cute story and please don't get offended and if you will get offended skip this because I'm not dealing with the bs. Also the timeline is slightly jacked up.)

You sat on your friend's couch as you wiped your tears. He pat you on the back.

"It's not your fault Y/n. Plus, that dude was an asshat from the beginning." Tony says reassuringly.

"Just- why am I like this? The only thing I've ever wanted was a family of my own. I don't even give a shit about having a husband anymore, I just want a child. A little boy or girl to call mine and to raise and love." You sniff wiping your eyes.

"Y/n..." Tony said sympathetically.

Though he was viewed as a selfish, arrogant, playboy, Tony was a very sweet guy, and cared about those he loved. Though you would never admit it, knowing you would get your heart broken, you had a crush on him. He was still a playboy, after all.

"But, for some reason I'm built the wrong way. Guess I'm just meant to be alone forever." You sigh.

"You'll never be alone forever. You've got me." Tony says jokingly.

"Yes, because every girl needs a best friend who's a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." You reply sarcastically.

"At least I can buy you things!" He defends, and you chuckle.

"Thank you Tony." You giggle, you stand up to leave.

"Sure you don't wanna stay the night?" He asks, "We could order pizza, watch movies, and if you don't wanna stay in the same room as me you know I have more rooms than I know what to do with." He asks.

"No thanks Tony, I really just wanna be alone." You say, he nods.

He watches as you leave, he sighs and sits down on the couch with his head in his hands. His mind was full of a million thoughts of why you would never date him. He was so unbelievably in love with you, and he used the whole playboy thing to mask it.

"So, are you ever gonna tell her you're in love with her?" Pepper asks, and Tony jumps up.

"Jesus- do we need to put a fucking bell on you or something?" Tony asks, pointing an accusing finger at the red haired woman. "And what do you mean?"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you don't love her. I've never seen you blush, until she ran in and immediately hugged you." Pepper says. She was slightly jealous of you, but she just wanted Tony to be happy, and she knew you could do so.

Tony sighs and sits back down. "I have no idea what to do." He states.

"I just told you. Tell her you love her." Pepper states, walking off. Tony thinks about what she said. Maybe she's right.

-bloop-

You make it home, tears still falling down your cheeks, the cold air nipping at your face. At your doorstep, you see a basket, looking like a baby's car seat, facing the door.

You grab the handle, pulling up and spinning it so the inside is facing you. You see a sleeping baby, it had little curly brown hair, and a Onesie with the words "trouble maker" on it. It opens its eyes, and the eyes are the same color as their hair. Going by the stereotyped color for genders, you would say the baby is a boy, considering it's blanket is blue.

You stare at the baby wide eyed, has your prayers been answered? Are you finally receiving your wish? You've got to call Tony!

You grab your keys, but before seeing a baby bag right next to where the baby was placed. You grab it, sling it on your shoulder, and unlock your door, pushing in.