This is a book of insane One-shots centring around everyones favourite friendly neighbourhood spider!
Warning ⚠️ !!! Will include:
- a LOT of swearing
- this book is verrrrryyyyy gay. Like 99.999% of my ships are gay.
- possibly, most likely, de...
Happy Pride Month, bitches! (I say bitches with adoration, not malice, of course)
Happy, happy, happy pride!!!! 🏳️🌈
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This is a request by AliciaATM and I really hope you like it! I had soooo much fun writing the different scenes (I usually don't like working with songs but this was a lot of fun).
Ships: Parley, BlackPepper, IronStrange
Warnings: Swearing, minor implied classism, weapons, I don't really know what else...
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"You ready, Peter?" Pepper Potts-Romanoff, Peter's adoptive aunt, called out, catching the attention of the teen.
Peter grinned, patting down the collar of his dress shirt. "As I'll ever be. Do you think I look good as a red head?"
"It's strawberry blonde," Pepper replied with a snicker, "but, yes. I do."
Long story short, Peter had lost a beat to one of his favourite aunts - Pepper. As such, Peter was spending the day as her.
His hair was dyed to match her shade identically, and he was absolutely rocking her favourite periwinkle and white glittery pantsuit. His fingernails were manicured in her usual French tip, and he'd perfected her mannerisms.
Not only was he to take her place for the day, but he was going to be the over-the-top, extremely dramatic version of Pepper, who was still an utter boss bitch.
The whole tower had been informed that Tony and Stephen's son, Peter, would be filling in for her for the day. Except, they were all expecting the air-headed, intelligent but ditzy person he put on for TV.
They were in for a massive surprise.
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There was silence in the main meeting room, which was filled with some of the most important people working for Stark Industries.
Then, off in the distance, very light words could be barely heard.
"I ain't tryna,"
"I ain't tryna,"
"I ain't tryna,"
"Do you hear that?" One of the head scientists asked, getting a look of confusion from the others.
