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The New Girl ~ Part 4

Stark!Reader

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, sorta suggestiveness

A/N: it’s insane how fast i’m getting these out bye ✋ i just can’t stop making them lmao. also just letting you know this is gonna have a lot of parts bc i’m trying not to do any time jumps in one post so that’s why this one is so short

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You talk too much | Peter Parker fic

Peter Parker x Villain!reader

Summary: Peter cannot fall in love with a criminal, he can’t, right? So why does he find you so attractive and charming? And will mr stark be mad at him for accidentally kissing you after you wouldn’t shut up?

Word count - 3761

Warnings - mention of guns, nothing else i dont think

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Peter’s job was to protect the city of New York, that was a given, hell he was a superhero. But, sometimes stopping a crime took a lot more work than a few quick punches and a pair of handcuffs, even with the boy’s superstrength.

In his eyes you were a lady, not that you’d label yourself as so personally, but Peter was brought up by his Aunt May to treat ladies with respect. With that being said it meant he wasn’t going to go for the more violent approach with you, instead attempting to talk you out of keeping your gun pointed at the bank worker's face.

“Excuse me, I don’t think that’s how you make a transaction.” You chuckled to yourself, not even turning your head over your shoulder where you would’ve locked eyes with that familiar spandex spider suit. You assumed this was just a brave civilian in the bank, thinking he was the next Captain America there to save the day. You were planning on keeping the light mood going, teasing the man back.

“Oh really, maybe you were just taught wrong.” There was a grin on your lips as he stumbled over his words, trying to think of what to do next. You were growing impatient, deciding you were just going to carry on what you were doing. “Now, if you don’t mind, I was busy.”

Peter heard the man at the desk whimper when you forced the gun closer to him, prompting his hero mindset to set in place, determined to stop you from harming anyone.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop that.” You grinned widely, biting your lip to try and contain your smile, keeping up the banter.

“Or what?” you teased, hand slipping over the bank notes in your hand. Peter gulped. He’d been in fights with much scarier looking people than you, but somehow you seemed to have this lasting effect on him that he just couldn’t shake.

“O-Or you’re going to have to deal with me,” he said. He heard you cackle but you didn’t seem to be bothering to put up a fight either. You eventually turned around and saw the red and blue superhero standing there, hands on his hips as he tried to look much tougher than he felt. He felt his breath be taken away as he got a look at your face and he couldn’t believe the most attractive person he’d ever met was a criminal.

“Wait, you’re Spiderman,” you pointed out. He felt his lips curling into a grin at the fact that you knew who he was. But he quickly reminded himself he was here to stop your wrong doings, not fall in love. You saw his slip up as the perfect opportunity to continue flustering him; the money wasn’t actually that important to you anyway.

You more or less handed yourself over and let him web your hands together, much to his surprise, just so you could keep up your teasing. When he didn’t answer your statement you took that as your sign to just keep going. “You’re so cute.”

His head whipped up and you saw the eyes on his mask widen, mimicking the facial expression of the mystery boy man underneath it.

“Wh-What, I’m not cute. I-I’m scary a-and dangerous,” he stuttered. You let out a laugh, making Peter’s heart simultaneously flutter and sink at the same time. He thought you looked beautiful when you laughed, and he was cursing himself for thinking that way about a so-called criminal he’d just caught.

“Oh yeah, I’m just shaking in my boots right now, tough guy.” He tugged you by your bound hands over to a pillar in the bank, making sure you stayed there while he let the hostages out of the building to safety. He always had one eye on you, so he could see the way yours never left his figure as he moved, at least not until he was back standing in front of you.

“The police are on their way,” he informed you. He saw your lips form a small pout and a tiny part of him felt guilty for his actions, but with a quick reminder that you’d just held an innocent man at gunpoint, those feelings went away.

“You’re no fun.”

He rolled his eyes, not that you could see, continuing his pacing as he waited for the tell tale signs of the ominous sirens.

“‘M just doing my job.”

There were a few moments of silence where Peter thought maybe you’d had enough of the talking, but his blissful fantasy was quickly crushed by the reality of your sweet voice filling his ears another time.

“So, what’s your name?” It was clear you were just trying to make conversation, whether to pass time or as a distraction he didn’t know, but he didn’t really want to indulge a thief.

He was quick to respond, a practiced answer almost from how many times he’d been asked that exact question by fans. “I can’t tell you.”

You hummed quietly. For a second he thought maybe you’d give up, but it was becoming evident that you don’t tend to give up easily.

“So, what do I call you if you won’t tell me your name?” you asked, bringing your tied hands up to admire the complexity and intricacy of the webs donning your hands as you watched him from the corner of your eye pace up and down the room. When you didn’t get a response you kept going again, another thing Peter noticed you did a lot. “Mr man?” You giggled to yourself at how ridiculous it sounded. “Spidey? SpiderBoy? Spiderling? Spi-“

“Can you please stop talking for just a minute?” he snapped, hoping he could get some silence to figure out his thoughts. Your jaw dropped mockingly, letting out a giggle.

“He speaks,” you announced, watching as he finally came to a standstill. He turned to you and you could see the whites of the eyes on his mask get wider as he focused on where your eyes were. He grew deeply suspicious at the way you seemed to be looking at his webs, almost as if you were trying to figure a way out.

“What are you doing?” he questioned, gloved finger pointing at your hands.

You grinned manically, enjoying the way you made him so nervous with even the simplest of gestures. “Just admiring your handiwork. Very impressive if I do say, Mr Spider.”

The way you said it had Peter believing you’d somehow tampered with the webs on your hands, the man coming closer to you in case he needed to fix anything. His webs were incredibly strong, they’d held a ferry together only a few years prior for God sake, why did he think a girl around his age would be able to break them.

At this point he’d had enough of your teasing.

“Can we please just sit in silence until the cops arrive?” he more or less begged. You sighed.

“Whatever you say, Spiderman.”

He only turned his back on you for a split second when he felt your fingertips grazing the back of his suit, his gloved hands shooting out to grab the accused hand.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

You shrugged innocently. “Jus’ wanted to feel the suit, sir.”

He dropped your hands and took a few steps backward, creating a distance between you both that he enjoyed much more.

The sounds of close distance sirens from outside startled you both, a grin breaking out on Peter’s face as he was going to be able to finally head home and no longer have to deal with you in a mere few minutes.

Unfortunately, in his excitement he’d taken his eyes off of you for just a second, glancing in the opposite direction where you took your chance of escape. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” he said.

He turned back to the pillar to see you were no longer there, panic striking in his chest as he furiously searched the room for you. He heard a sweet call of his hero name that drew his attention up towards one of the high windows of the bank, not accessible for a regular everyday person, which he assumed you were.

He couldn’t even begin to voice his confusion. “How did you- What-“

You held up the small bottle of web dissolver for him to see, the one Mr Stark had suggested he start to take with him on patrol to solve incidents like the time Peter accidentally webbed himself to the side of a building and had to call his mentor for help, that was an incredibly embarrassing day for him and his cheeks were almost permanently inflamed red that entire week. It pieced together in his mind that when he’d felt you touch his suit you’d actually been taking the bottled liquid that he’d carelessly attached to his suit.

You giggled loudly at the size of the mask's eyes, the man encased in a vivid bubble of confusion. You blew him a teasing kiss. “Until next time Spidey.”

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Unluckily for Peter, you kept popping up all over the city in the next few months. He was always hot on your tail but you somehow always managed to make that final escape with methods that he never saw coming. He really didn’t understand how you did it.

This time around you’d cornered him in one of the many alleyways of Queens, catching him off guard during his quiet night of patrol.

“Oh, Spidey,” you teased, hands pressed to his suit clad chest. “Won’t you ever learn?”

He didn’t plan on letting you go this time. You’d outsmarted him upwards of three times this week, and he was growing tired of it.

“Can you let me have this one? Jus’ make it a little easier for me,” he more or less begged. He listened as you cackled, very clearly finding it amusing to have the hero beg at your feet.

You traced your nails over the fabric of his suit, seeing the shiver it caused. “Are you getting bored of our little game already?” you pouted.

He didn’t respond, leaving you to be the one to keep the conversation going. Little did you know Peter was just practically malfunctioning at the close proximity you were sharing.

“Well I should keep it more interesting for you then, huh?” you teased, taking a few steps back from his frozen figure. You saw his head cock adorably as confusion laced his mind. He always got a little spacey when he was around you. “Come get me Spiderboy.”

Your angelic laughter echoed through the gap in the tall apartment buildings and you headed for one of the ladders that led to a fire escape. Parker was stunned for a few seconds, watching you get away how he was sure you did every time. It seemed so easy, especially for someone unenhanced like yourself compared to him.

“You’re mine this time,” he muttered.

He shot one of his webs up to the wall beside you, another giggle leaving your throat at how easily he suspected he was going to catch you.

He followed you for a while, unsuspecting of what was waiting for him around the corner of the next rooftop.

“You gotta catch me if you want me. Come on pretty boy.” The nickname had him stuttering in his movements, missing what should’ve been the next web coming out of his web shooters, causing him to fall just slightly before he picked up the rhythm again.

He was so close, you were in reaching distance, and definitely in the distance of his webs, but he thought the whole thing would be so much more enjoyable if he was able to catch you in his arms so he knew you couldn’t escape.

However something claimed his waist before he could claim yours, the man being tugged to a halt in his running. “What-“

He looked around curiously, the whites of the eyes on his suit widening when he saw the familiar looking tendril wrapped around his body. His hands were quickly bound by the monster too, the boy giving up as he watched you greet the brunette sweetly.

“You planned this?” he questioned dumbly. Of course you had, it was such a stupid question to ask. He could tell you were getting ready to make your escape again, his body sagging disappointedly. Just a small part of him believed you were better than every other villain he’d encountered, but apparently not.

“It’s just so easy to trap you,” you tutted, patting his cheek sweetly as you shared one last look with the villain sitting only inches away. There was a slight ounce of guilt weighing down at you as you watched him struggle in the bounds from the creature. But you still had some faith he could escape to fight you again one day, plus he seemed nice enough for a villain.

“Go easy on him, Eddie?” you asked, wrapping your arms around the suit clad hero’s neck affectionately. Peter tried to aggressively shove you off, however found it was no use. You heard the journalist mutter something about letting Venom decide the fate of your little boyfriend.

You just rolled your eyes, ignoring the way the boy in your arms nervously shivered at the thought of the parasite he’d encountered more than a few times.

“Sorry about this pretty boy, hope we can still be friends.” You kissed his masked cheek, flashing him a toothy smile before practically skipping out of sight, once again making a rather grand exit off of the rooftop, offering him a cutesy wave.

“And then there were two, Spiderman.”

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Peter was hoping to not run into you on this mission. He knew it was a large possibility because you were literally everywhere, but he didn’t want Tony to know of your existence, he thought his mentor would think less of him if he knew he kept being outsmarted by a criminal.

Of course he couldn’t have anything he asked for, catching sight of you before you saw him.

To his knowledge you worked alone, so he didn’t understand why you were now helping a huge crime organisation that had made its way onto the avengers radar. And you may have been breaking the law on multiple occasions, but he still expected more from you than to be working with such bad people.

You hadn’t seen him yet, he and Tony were trying to be as stealthy as they could while they figured out how to go about this. But it was only a matter of time before you did, and when your eyes landed on the bug for the first time he was sure you wouldn’t be able to stop with the snarky comments coming his way.

It went down exactly as he’d expected. Flashes of red and blue whipping past your eyes that notified you of the arachnids' presence.

“Ahh, my favourite spider. We meet again,” you teased, flashing your favourite friendly superhero an evil looking grin. The kid felt Tony’s eyes flicker over to him for a few moments, but Peter didn’t move to make eye contact, trying to hide his growing embarrassment. He was grateful Tony couldn’t see the bright red tint to his cheeks.

“You know her?” Tony asked, shooting Peter a look before blasting the man that was running in his direction. He watched as his mentee shot a few webs in numerous different directions before turning to give him his full attention.

“It’s a very long story.”

Tony watched the way you alerted all the other criminals in the warehouse of the avengers’ presence, the older man groaning loudly at all the extra work he was going to have to put in now he couldn’t sneak around.

“Well you better start explaining.”

While dodging bullets and other alien-like weapons Peter wasn’t really given the opportunity to explain the full story, keeping in the important parts of course, (and leaving out the ones that might make him look bad).

However, Tony got the gist, letting his mentee know he wasn’t too excited about him failing to do what he thought was such a simple job.

“You better get her this time,” he demanded.

And get you he did. For the first time since you met Peter wasn’t going to let you get away. He gripped onto you with a strong grasp that even you couldn’t have wriggled out of if you tried. Although you found it rather, strangely, comforting, so you probably wouldn’t have tried.

He left the rest of the bad guys to Tony, leaving him to come and find you both in a safe spot on the second floor of the building.

Awe was written all over your face when you watched the infamous hero approach, your mouth practically gaping like an awestruck child.

“Woah, you’re Iron man,” you said, pointing to the man in the suit only a few feet away. “I gotta ask, are your suits really made of iron?”

He turned to look at Peter with disbelief written all over his face, silently asking if you were serious. “Is she always like this?”

“Um, yeah. Pretty much,” he confirmed. You just nodded along, agreeing with the masked hero. Tony rolled his eyes, checking around the warehouse for any more bad guys before he could properly let his guard down.

“Well kid, web her up or something, we need to take her to the cops,” Tony said. Peter glanced at you and you grinned innocently, holding out your hands for him to web like you’d done the first time you’d met. Only now he knew a little bit more about what to expect from you.

“I, uh- Actually I don’t think I should do that.” The older man looked shocked that the brunette had protested, he didn’t know Peter had the courage to speak up for himself.

“And why not?”

“The last time Peter webbed me up I stole his web dissolver and escaped,” you explained. The boy wouldn’t have quite put it that way, maybe tried to give himself a little bit more credit, but the truth was out there now. He shrugged. “Yeah.”

The hero was understandably angry at how easily the kid was tricked by a criminal. He was acting like he’d never accidentally let someone slip out of his hands too, but he also did hold Peter to a higher standard than himself.

“Fine. Just swing her there or something then.”

Peter nodded, not giving you much of a choice as he pulled you into his chest. The longer you stood alone the more chance you had of escape. Usually he’d be more of a gentleman, but considering the stress you’d put him through on his last few patrols, he didn’t grant you the option of refusal.

“Hold on,” he instructed, sending one last look to Mr Stark over his shoulder as he stepped up onto the ledge of the window. You scrunch your nose, wrapping your arms around his neck but still feeling the need to tease anyway, that was who you were.

“What if I don’t want to?” He huffed, shooting his web at the building across the street, tightening his grip around your waist. “Then you’ll probably fall to your death.”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t know if he was being serious or not, but you didn’t get time to ask before he was leaping into the open air, a scream rippling from your lips as you clinged to him nervously.

A shrill scream ripped from your throat as your grip on the masked hero tightened. Your eyes were shut tightly as you tried to block out any notion of what was going on. He could probably sense your fear and hear your heart racing.

This kind of adrenaline was not something you were a fan of.

You refused to move your head from where it was buried in his suit until you felt your feet being firmly planted on some kind of ground. At the moment you didn’t care what or where it was. You’d even be happy to land on the steps of the police station.

When you finally did land you could hear his laughter, a sound that was angelic to you normally but now was only aggravating you.

“That was mean,” you pouted, ignoring the way his chest shook with laughter. It took a few seconds to register your location, noticing this wasn’t the place Mr Stark had told Peter to take you. You really didn’t understand, you thought after your encounters the last few weeks he’d do anything to be able to turn you in.

“What? This isn’t the police station. Where are we?” you asked. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at the hero, his hands still tightly holding your waist so you were pressed closely against him.

“I-I can’t turn you in.”

A smug grin split on your face, one that Peter wished he could wipe away, and he’d try if he didn’t find it so adorable. You were going to take every opportunity you could to tease the fact that he was so weak for you.

“Has Spiderman fallen in love, and with little ol’ me?” With your rambling you failed to notice him lifting the mask to just below his nose, allowing you to see the bottom of his face for the first time since you’d met. He grew sick of your teasing, not wanting you to keep reminding him that he was breaking Tony Stark’s trust.

“Shut up,” he demanded, not giving you a chance to reply before he was smashing his lips on yours. You were shocked for a few seconds but eventually melted into him. You were glad that you finally wore him down, because truly you did start to feel something in your heart every time you saw the boy in the blue and red suit.

Your arms snaked around his neck, tugging him closer to you as you enjoyed the feel of his soft lips. Neither of you wanted to let go, you were enjoying this far too much, but the burning of your lungs for oxygen called for it.

He pulled away from your lips, chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to get his breathing under control. “You talk too much,” he stated.

You grinned, nodding your head as you fully intended on kissing him again. “I’ve been told that before.”

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Making Amends (Avengers x reader)

I may have done what I wanted with Tony’s stand in CW here…

CIVIL WAR REQUEST: Imagine since Tony signed the accords he can’t do missions and stuff without the government’s say so. One night his 15 yr old daughter gets taken by Hydra. He can’t do anything about it because the government won’t let him. Steve’s team heard of this. They have nothing against her and they all really like her (Bucky and Sam don’t know her) so they all go and save her. Bucky is the one to find her. It breaks his heart because she’s just sobbing while trying get out things Hydra did to her. Bucky ends up evolving family/sibling type feelings for her. They bring her back to Tony and he’s really freaking happy. End how you want!  

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Tony waved from the door of your room, pulling the door shut as FRIDAY slowly dimmed the lights and into darkness.  You closed your eyes and fell almost immediately into sleep, your eyes feeling oddly heavy and impossible to keep open.  Not only did your eyes feel heavy, but your body felt as if it were sinking into the mattress, falling into a nothingness that encompassed you as you drifted into sleep.  It was almost too easy.

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love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

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Dear Mr. Right

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: During the week leading up to valentine’s day you begin to receive love letters from an anonymous writer. For some weird reason, the handwriting looks exactly like your new English partner’s: Peter Parker.

WC: 4.2k

TW: Peter being an idiot with a crush, reader who hates Valentine’s day, tooth-rotting fluff that chipped away at my lonely soul. Mentions of anxiety (lip biting, bouncing leg up and down to relieve stress)

AN: happy valentines day!! And ignore my mistakes </3

You do not have permission to re-post my work anywhere. It’s my shit, don’t steal it.

Dear Y/n,

Roses are red We’re told that violets are blue I can’t admit my feelings But please know they’re true

February approaches And the sun still shines Though not as bright as you Would you ever think to be mine?

I’ll watch from afar Eternally gazing at you If the world contains any mercy Maybe you’ll feel the same too

I’m no savior I’m certainly no knight I’m a horrible poet But maybe I’m your Mr. Right

- Your secret admirer

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Love Letter

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pairing - tom holland’s!peter parker x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note - contains NO nwh spoilers so don’t worry!! All can read :) this is based on a letter I wrote for my 2.3k celebration. Enjoy!

summary - peter writes you a letter after saving you, hoping you’ll go out with him

warnings / includes - mild language, mild violence, your store gets robbed, you two go to a different school

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“I’m calling the police!” You shouted.

“Do it and I’ll shoot you!”

“Shit,” you muttered. You knew the robber was bluffing. He had to be. What would he gain out of robbing a candy store? One that was about to go out of business in a few months. Why couldn’t he just rob a mall? Surely they had more money than your candy store did.

“Give me the money!” He waved the gun around the air.

“I told you, I have you all we have!” You glared at him.

“Fifty dollars and thirty-seven cents is all you have? Liar!”

“Oh, my god,” you groaned. “I’m serious! Go and job a bank, or something! They have more money!”

He titled his head at you, raising his brow in question.

“I-I mean, don’t rob a bank. Don’t rob anyone. It’s against the law, you know. You can make money by getting a real job! McDonald’s pays people like, seventeen per hour now!” You tried to stall as you attempted to dial 9-1-1 under the counter. It was difficult to try and press the correct numbers without looking.

“Just give me the rest of my money and I’ll go. Don’t be so difficult!”

“I swear, there’s no more money! You caught us at a bad time, really,” you smiled nervously.

He rolled his eyes and stomped over to you. “Let me see.”

“No! Don’t come near me!” You screamed. You took a lollipop and aimed it at his head, completely missing. “Crap,” you moaned.

“Stop talking, you little —”

“Incoming!”

You both looked up as a blur of red and blue crashed through the doors. Glass shattered and flew all through the store. You ducked behind the counter to avoid any shards.

“What the hell!” You shrieked as you stood back up.

“Sorry! I’ll, uh, pay for that.”

You and the robber gasped as it was Spider-Man who came crashing through your doors.

“OMG! You-You’re Spider-Boy!” Your jaw dropped. “Spider-Man, actually,” he corrected you.

“Right, sorry! Um, a little help here?” You gestured to the robber who still had his gun pointed at you.

“Right. Sorry.” He webbed up the robber and took his gun away from him. You watched in amazement how he smashed the gun with his foot and tied the robber up just in time for the cops to arrive.

“That was… awesome!” You squealed.

“It’s no problem,” Spider-Man chuckled bashfully.

“Did you call the cops, too?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Thank you. It’s really hard dialing three numbers while you’re held at gun-point,” you chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” He looked at the cop cars nervously, then back to you. He didn’t want to leave. Especially when you were so pretty and looked like you could use a friend for the night, but he didn’t want the cops to catch him. He had to keep his identity and secret and he didn’t want to end up in jail either.

“I gotta go,” he said. Your face fell for a second, but you quickly picked yourself back up. “Yeah, of course. Thank you, again.”

“No problem! Have a safe night!” He swung out of the building. You watched as he flew into the midnight sky. You couldn’t believe you just met Spider-Man.

————

“Did you get a picture with him?” Gwen asked. “I was getting robbed! I didn’t have time for pictures!” You rolled your eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, of course not. But, oh my god, that’s so cool! Was he cute?” She asked.

“How am I supposed to know? He had a mask on?”

“Did he sound cute?”

You thought back to the other night, replaying your conversation with him over and over again. A small smile lit up your face as you remembered his voice.

“Yeah, he did.”

“How old did he sound?” She interrogated. “Like, 16, 17? I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“Oh, so he could be our age,” Gwen smirked. “Maybe he goes to our school?”

“Highly unlikely,” you snorted. “That’s true. He’s probably at some private school,” she said.

“Or he’s just a young-sounding 25-year-old.”

“I turned 18 next month.”

“Gwen!” You giggled. “What? Don’t pretend you wouldn’t want to date a hot superhero, either. Especially Spider-Man. He could web me up anytime!” She giggled.

Your face grew hot just by her words. You wanted to change the conversation immediately.

“Did you do the Hamlet paper?” You asked. “Duh. Who do you think I am?” Gwen asked.

“Just checking. I seem to remember a certain someone needing a copy for herself last time,” you hummed.

“That was one time, and I already had my paper done! Finn ate my homework!” Gwen whined.

“Did you tell Mr. Jones that?”

“Yeah, and he said, and I quote, “Bunnies eating homework was so last year. Pick a different excuse”.”

You laughed, “I wonder if you said cow would he then believe you.”

“Doesn’t matter. He is the worse teacher ever,” she rolled her eyes.

You nodded in agreement. You shut your locker, getting starstruck by your crush from across the room. You liked Miles Morales, the smartest guy in school and the best basketball player your school has ever had. He was sweet, funny, and so hot. Only trouble was he never noticed you. Not in the way you wanted him to.

“Stop daydreaming! We’re gonna be late!” Gwen nudged you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, slowly tearing your eyes away.

You two made eye contact and you quickly turned around. Those chocolate-brown eyes of his were dangerous. You swore you could get lost in them for hours.

“Ask him out!” Gwen whispered. “Ha! Like he would say yes,” you snorted.

“I don’t know. I saw him staring at you at lunch.”

You perked up at her words. “Really?”

“Yep! Or he was staring at your food. I’m not sure, but either way, he was looking in your direction.”

“If he was staring at my food then that means he’s not interested in me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, but let’s say he was staring at you. Put yourself out there! The worst thing that’ll happen is him saying no. You’ll survive.”

“But what if everyone in school finds out?”

“No offense, but we are nobodies. Miles isn’t one to gossip, either.”

“I guess.” You thought for a moment. Sophie was right. If he said no, then no biggie. It wasn’t like you two were soulmates anyways. But if he said yes… well that would be perfect. And even if you two only dated for a little while, it would still be perfect because you’ve liked him all throughout high school, and you would finally get your chance at being with him. Maybe you two would get married, have babies, lots of cats and dogs…

“Y/n? Y/n?” Gwen waved her hand in front of your face.

“What? Sorry,” you apologized. “Are you gonna ask him out or not?” She asked.

“After school,” you nodded. Gwen grinned and clapped her hands. “That’s awesome! I can’t wait to go shopping so we can buy you an outfit for your date!”

“I don’t need new clothes,” you frowned. She smirked, “Oh, honey. Yes, you do.”

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You paced back and forth in front of the gym doors. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Okay, yes you did. But it was no big deal. All you had to do was invite him to a movie, and whatever his answer was, you would either run out there out of embarrassment or text Gwen to help you find an outfit. It was easy.

You looked in the window, watching Miles as he ran around the gym with his friends. He dunked the ball, causing all his friends to whoop.

“Alright. Here we go,” you breathed out. You began to open the door, but you stopped as you saw a girl run over to Miles. You watched in horror as the girl threw her arms around him and kissed him. He had a girlfriend? How did you not know this?”

You spun on your heel and ran to the parking lot. You drove home quickly, trying to not cry until you got yo your apartment. You rushed through the door, ignoring your mom as she greeted you. You shut your bedroom door and collapsed on your bed. Tears started to waterfall down your face in frustration and sadness. Of course he had a girlfriend. He was Miles-freaking-Morales.

You cried for a good hour before the tears stopped. You changed into comfortable clothes and curled up in your bed with your laptop. You started to watch a movie when your mom walked in.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked. “Yeah,” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just boy stuff.”

“Mm, I see,” she hummed. She sat down at the end of your bed, holding out an envelope. “Well, a letter came for you.”

You sat up in your bed, tentatively taking the letter. “Who sent it?”

“It says Spider-Man. Is that the guy that saved you at the store?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “H-How does he know our address?”

“Donald dropped it off. Apparently, Spider-Man sent it to the store.”

“Oh,” you nodded. You looked back at your mom, giving her a small smile. “Thanks.”

She smiled back, patting your leg. “No problem. Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”

“I’ll be out in a second,” you nodded.

“Alright.” She walked out of your room, closing your door quietly.

You ripped open the envelope, unfolding the paper hastily. You were anxious to see why Spider-Man had written you a letter.

Hey,

I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Spider-Man or the guy who saved you last night. Sorry about destroying your store. I promise I’ll pay for the damages… or try to.

Anyways, my real name is um… I don’t know if I should tell you this. Mr. Stark would kill me, but I weirdly trust you. Anyways, like I was saying, I’m Peter Parker. I am your age, I think… if you’re 20 then you look great for a 20-year-old. But if you’re 17, then that’s great, because that’s how old I am too.

“Peter Parker,” you repeated.

It sounded familiar. You didn’t think he went to your school. You knew everybody in your school, but maybe he went to school the next town over and your school and his had competed together for sports or something.

As you continued reading the letter, you couldn’t believe the words on the paper. Your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as you were almost finished. You were definitely re-reading this letter.

“Here’s my number you can text with your answer. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Peter Parker,” you read.

Your stated dumbfounded at the paper. You were shocked, confused, flabbergasted. Did you just get asked out by Spider-Man?

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“He wrote you a letter? Oh, that’s so cute!” Gwen squealed.

“Cute? I don’t know. It’s kind of weird. What if it’s a prank? The robbing was all over the news, someone who saw it could be playing a prank. If I agree to the date, I could get kidnapped,” you frowned.

“That’s true,” Gwen nodded. “But what if it’s actually him?”

“I still wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Say yes!” She exclaimed. “I don’t even know him. He doesn’t go to out school, either. He could be 60 for all we know!” You stated.

Gwen gave you a seriously look. “Stop being so difficult! Here, just text him right now.”

“No, we’re at school. I don’t — Gwen!” You shouted.

She took your phone and went to your messages. She typed in the number Spider-Man had provided you.

“Hi, I am Y/n L/n, the girl you saved at the candy store. Is this Peter Parker aka Spider-Man?” She typed out.

“Don’t put my real name!” You hissed. “Already done.” She clicked the send button.

“God, I hate you.” You grabbed your phone back.

“Thank me when you’re married to this guy,” she smirked.

You got a text back almost immediately. “Hi! I was wondering when you would text me. I began to worry I sent the letter to the wrong person. Or you thought I was weird.” You couldn’t help but snort. He got the last part right.

“Text back!” Gwen urged. “What do I say?” You asked.

She took your phone again and worked her magic.

Y/n: Honestly, I was a little shocked, but my awesome best friend, Gwen, convinced me to text you.

“Real nice,” you remarked. Gwen shot you a smile and looked back at your phone.

Peter: Your friend sounds great! So, when are you free?

“Wait. We need proof he’s our age,” you said. “Alright,” Gwen nodded and asked him for a picture.

“Woah,” you sighed dreamily.

Real photo or not, he was cute. Really cute. He had a full head of fluffy-looking brown hair that was brushed back, deep brown eyes — your favorite kind — and the friendliest smile ever. Next to him was an older woman with long hair and glasses. She looked beautiful. She looked like his mom.

“Still debating whether or not you want to go out with him?” Gwen smirked.

“Give me the phone.” You grabbed it from her, texting him back.

Y/n: Thanks! Wow. You are like, really cute.

Peter: Thank you. You’re really pretty

Heat crawled up your neck. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was plastered on your face.

Y/n: Thank you :)

Peter: You’re welcome :D. So, like I asked, when are you free?

Y/n: Anytime, really! Just not tomorrow night. I have to watch my baby sister.

Peter: No worries. How’s Friday night?

Y/n: I’m free!

Peter: Great! I’ll pick you up at 6?

Y/n: Sounds good!

Peter: Awesome. Mind sending me your address?

Y/n: Oh yeah. No problem.

“Look at you giving your number to strangers!” Gwen took ahold of your shoulders and shook you side-to-side.

“You’re ruining the moment,” you frowned. You turned off your phone and set it down on the table. You turned to Gwen, squealing in excitement. “I can’t believe I have a date!”

“Yeah, with Spider-Man.”

“With Peter,” you sighed dreamily.

————

“And he sent you a letter?” Your dad asked skeptically.

“Yep,” you nodded. “It’s thoughtful, right, Josh?” Your mom hummed.

“I guess,” he sighed. “It was thoughtful,” you smiled at your mom.

“How do you two know each other if you don’t go to the same school?” Your dad asked.

“He, uh, kinda saved my life the other night,” you explained.

“You’re going out with Spider-Man? Oh, nu-uh. If you think I’m —”

“Dad, please! This is my first date ever. Don’t ruin it,” you pouted.

“She has the police on speed dial, pepper spray, and I made sure she brought a tiny knife for extra protection.” Your mom put her hand on your father’s shoulder.

He frowned, “After you call the police, call me, okay?”

You smiled, “I will.” You hugged both of your parents. “Thank you.”

“Spider-Boy better keep you safe and have you home by eleven sharp.”

“He will. We won’t be out that long. It’s just dinner and a movie,” you said.

“It better be.”

A knock on the sounded, signaling Peter at the door. You sighed nervously. Your heart started to race a mile a minute. As you started to walk to the door you started to feel dizzy. You still couldn’t believe you were going ong our first date, much less with Spider-Man. Was this real life or a dream?

But before you made it to the door, your baby sister, Nina, opened the door.

“Nina! Don’t —”

Your jaw dropping as you saw him. He was a lot more handsome in real life.

He was wearing a white button-down, jeans, and sneakers. His hair was brushed back, a few strands poking out and framing his face. He looked star-struck as well. He looked you up and down multiple times. He felt like he was in a dream.

“H-Hi. I’m Parker. I-I’m mean Peter. Peter Parker,” he stammered.

“Hi. I’m Y/n,” you smiled. “You’re so pretty,” he breathed out.

Your face flushed. You looked down shyly, peering at him through your lashes. “You’re really handsome.”

“Th-Thank you. My Aunt May dressed me. I’ve never really been on a date before, so I didn’t know what to wear,” he chuckled. His ears suddenly turned pink. He looked so embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have said that. It makes me sound so stupid. Uh, sorry —”

“No, no, it’s okay!” You laughed. “I haven’t been on a date, either,” you admitted.

“Really?” He seemed genuinely shocked. “Yep,” you chuckled.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first date.”

“As am I.”

“So, this is Spider-Boy, huh?” Your dad asked.

You whipped around, growing more nervous as your dad looked Peter up and down.

“Hello, s-sir. I’m Peter Parker.”

Your sad stalked up to him, standing tall and looking him up and down. “You’ll keep my daughter safe, yes? You won’t get her into any of your superhero trouble?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded slowly.

“Alright,” your father nodded. “Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad,” you smiled. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Bye, Peter!” Nina grinned. Peter smiled down at her. “Bye!”

You gave your family a goodbye smile before you shut the door. “Sorry about them. Nina loves Spider-Man and my dad is well, being a dad.”

“It’s no problem. You have a nice family.”

“Thank you. Sounds like your Aunt May is cool. She has great taste.” You pointed to his outfit.

“Thank you. She does. So, uh, shall we?” He held his hand out.

Your eyes flickered down to his open hand and back up to his face. You slipped your hand into his, tingles shooting up both of your arms and down your spines.

“We shall.”

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The date started off awkward. You two sat in the taxi with too much space between you two. The only sound was the car breaks and the quiet radio the driver had on. It took you two a good thirty minutes to warm up to each other. You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

In just the hour of talking to him, you learned that his parents died when he was young, he was an only child, and he lived with his Aunt May who was in the picture with him he had sent to you. He loved physics and bio-engineering. He hoped to get into MIT to study engineering, although he admitted that he could make a living being Tony Stark’s intern and Spider-Man. He still wanted to be a normal boy.

You learned that he was the biggest fan of Star Wars, he had two best friends MJ and Ned, he slept with a teddy bear until he was 14, and he loved being Spider-Man and saving people. He told you that was the true reason why he loved doing it. Not because of the glory or cool suit, but because at the end of the day he was saving lives and making the city a better place day by day. It made you like him even more.

“I’ve been talking about myself this past hour. I promise I’m not this self-conceited. Tell me about you,” he said.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I like getting to know people, especially since my life is so boring.”

“I bet that’s not true. Tell me about your family and friends.”

“Alright. Well, you met my dad and my baby sister. My mom was the creepy woman in the corner snapping all the pictures of us. She’ll probably ask for actual pictures when we get back home,” you chuckled.

He smiled, “I love pictures!” “Great. She’ll already love you then. Um, let’s see. Oh, I haven’t lived in Queens my whole life. My family moved here four years ago because of my mom’s job,” you said.

“Where did you live before?” He asked. “London,” you answered.

“Woah, seriously? But you don’t have an accent.”

“My parents don’t either. I never really picked up on it since my parents don’t speak with a British accent.”

“That’s so cool. And you said your life is boring.”

“Well, I think it is,” you shrugged. “So, what else is there to know about you?” He asked.

“Well, I have a best friend named Gwen. You kinda met her through text.”

“Oh, your “awesome best friend”?” He quoted the text.

You grinned, “That’s her. She’s seriously awesome, though. She asked me to be her friend the very first time I started school. She didn’t have a friend, either, despite living her whole life. She said she never really fit in anywhere and that she didn’t like anybody, until she met me, of course. I’m really thankful she didn’t have any friends, actually. Otherwise we wouldn’t have become friends. She’s been with me through thick and thin. I trust her with my life.”

Peter smiled, “That’s great. I’m like that with Ned.”

“It’s great to have one friend like that.”

He nodded, “It is. What else? What are your favorite movies, books, food?”

“Well, I love Harry Potter. My favorite movie is The Holiday starring Cameron Diaz and Jude Law. Um, I like potatoes in any form. They’re awesome. I have this sloth I sleep with every night that I’ve had since I was a baby. I can kind of play piano and I like to draw.”

“That’s so cool.” He stared at you with stars in his eyes. You smiled sheepishly. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to go to college for art?”

“Not sure. I don’t really know what I want to be yet.” You bit your lip nervously.

“Well, you still have like, two years to decide. I bet you’d be an awesome graphic designer.”

“Thank you. Man, you’re like, full of compliments,” you laughed.

“Sorry, is it making you uncomfortable?” He asked worriedly.

You took his hand that was resting on the table. You stared into his brown eyes, trying not to get lost in them. You shook your head, apologizing profusely.

“No, no, I’m just not used to a lot of compliments. I don’t really know how to react when I get a lot.”

“Me, too. I like giving out compliments, though. Especially when it’s to a girl I really like.”

You giggled, “Well, I appreciate them. Especially when they’re from a guy I really like.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, ears growing warm and pink again.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a smile. He returned the smile, looking back at his food shyly. You kept your hand in his for the rest of dinner. You two sat right next to each other in the taxi as soon as held hands as you walked into the movie theater.

Halfway through the movie you laid your head on his shoulder. It was only eight at night, but you were already growing tired. You cuddled up next to Peter, enjoying the warmth he provided in the cold room.

Peter kept glancing at you. He had never had a girl that wasn’t a relative this close to him. He wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to put his arm around you and make you uncomfortable. He wanted to hold you close to him, though. He wanted to kiss your head and smell your coconut and vanilla shampoo and just stare at you instead of watching the movie. You looked so beautiful in the dim light. He wondered how anyone could look so pretty.

He took a chance and wrapped his arm around you. He set his hand on the middle of your back and pulled you as close as he could. You stiffened, but quickly relaxed as you shifted in your seat and moved closer to him. You wrapped your arm around his back, holding him tightly to you. You buried your head in his neck, looking up at him and admiring his face.

He had perfect bone structure. Perfect lips, nose, jawline. He was so pretty. You swore you could stare at him for hours if he’d let you.

“I forgot if I told you, but I really like your outfit. Green looks good on you,” he whispered.

You smiled, “Thank you. It’s new.”

“You bought it for me?” He asked. “I wanted something new to wear to my first date with Spider-Man,” you explained.

He chuckled, “Well, I’m flattered.” “Good,” you hummed.

“You’re really pretty. I’m sorry I keep saying that, but it’s true. I-I’ve never been this close to a girl before, and I just can’t stop staring at you. Ugh, that sounded so weird. I’m sorry. God, I’m so weird, I —”

You cut him off with a kiss. It surprised both of you. You had been looking at his lips the whole time he was speaking and decided to take a chance. It was perfect timing.

You pulled away after a few seconds. You didn’t want to get too carried away in public. Peter’s eyes fluttered open and a big smile lit up his face. He was thankful it was dark in the room, otherwise, you would see how pink his face was.

“It’s not weird. And you’re not weird. Thank you. I appreciate you. You’re really cute,” you said.

His smile grew impossibly wider. His cheeks were starting to hurt. “Thank you,”

You hummed happily, setting your head back in his shoulder. You two watched the movie cuddling. Everything was so perfect, you forgot all about Miles and the small heartbreak you had endured.

You two were at your front door. Awkwardness grew between you two once again.

“I had a really great time,” he said. You smiled, “I did, too. Thank you for taking me out and paying for everything.”

“It was my pleasure, really.”

Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you stood there. The kiss in the movie theater only lasted for a few seconds. It was nothing more than a peck. You wondered how it would feel to really kiss him.

Without any warning, you leaned in and kissed him. Peter stood stunned for a few seconds. You were about to pull away and run away when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. Your hands weaved through his soft hair and you pressed your body against his.

It felt like the whole world was spinning and you two were the only ones standing still.

For not kissing anyone before you, he was an excellent kisser. His lips moved against yours expertly. The kiss got more and more intense and passionate as each second passed. You two found a good rhythm and kissed each other for as long as your lungs allowed.

Peter pulled away, panting with his chest heaving up and down. Your eyes opened and you smiled immediately. You laughed as you saw your lipstick smudged all over his lips. You put your hand up to his face and cupped his cheek as you wiped away the lipstick with your thumb.

“Sorry,” you chuckled. “No worries.” He licked his lips. “Tastes like strawberry.”

“That is the lipstick flavor,” you nodded.

He still looked star-struck. You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so cute.

“I should get going,” you said. “Yeah, yeah. Totally,” he nodded.

“Text me when you get home?” You asked.

“I will. Definitely. Goodnight, Y/n,” he smiled.

You smiled back, “Goodnight, Peter.”

You went into your apartment, smiling widely as you closed the door behind you. You rushed into your room, quietly shutting the door and laying down on your bed.

You picked up Peter’s letter, smiling as you read it again. You got up from your bed and went to your desk. You got out a piece of paper. You decided to write him a love letter of your own.

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your heart beat faster with each step you took towards the altar. you smiled as your eyes welled up with tears once they landed on peter, who was eagerly waiting for you to approach him.

he had tears in his eyes as well, grinning like an idiot while admiring you in all your glory. your beautiful white puffy dress, and your makeup done to perfection. you looked like an angel.

you looked around, taking in the beautiful venue. it was on the beach, a captivating sunset with hues or pink & orange painting the sky.

you finally reached him, joining your hands together & interlocking your fingers. “you look amazing, my love.” you could only giggle in response, far too excited to finally marry him.

“i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” he whispered before planting a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.

you woke up to peters heartbeat in your ear, yawning before rubbing your eyes. you lifted your head off of his chest and glanced around you, pouting when you realized you were just in your shared bedroom with peter. what happened to the beautiful beach you were just about to get married on?

peter looked up from his phone, chuckling quietly when he saw your face. “what’s up with you grumpy? did you sleep alright?”

you repositioned yourself so that you were straddling him and rested your hands on his chest. he placed his phone beside him, resting his hands on your hips.

“pete, can we get married?” you asked softly, a goofy smile playing on your lips. although you were joking, the dream you had made you think about your future with peter.

his eyebrows shot up at your sudden question. “woah woah, slow down baby,” he chuckled, deciding to play into your joke a bit. “i think we’re too young, ya know?”

“so? i wanna marry you!” you pouted again, and he laughed at your childlike behavior. he rubbed your sides and shook his head at you.

“i’m beyond flattered my love, but we’ve got time. it’ll be worth the wait, yeah?”

you crossed your arms at him. “no. i don’t wanna wait, i wanna marry you now.” you pressed a finger into his chest for emphasis, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling so hard.

he threw his head back and dramatically sighed before laughing. “oh my god y/n.”

“what? you don’t wanna marry me?”

“no i do! and- and i will, but-“

“marry me you coward!”

he groaned before rubbing his eyes and shifted you gently off of him and walked towards the nightstand. “wow. what a lovely proposal. i’m so touched.”

you raised an eyebrow curiously as you watched him crouch down and open the drawer. “what are you doing?” you giggled, watching as he pulled out a ring pop from his not-so-secret candy stash.

“you wanted to get married right?” he raised his eyebrows at you in question. you laughed again, and bounced happily over to him.

peter shook his head at you with a small smile plastered on his face. for someone who was kidding, you sure were taking this very seriously.

he opened the ring pop with his teeth and turned around, grabbing your hand when he faced you. he tried slipping the ring on your finger but you pulled your hand away.

“you’re not gonna do speech? some proposal this is.” you teased. he rolled his eyes playfully and sighed. “you’re killing me y/n.”

he cleared his throat and held the ring pop up again. “my beloved y/n,” he started off in a sophisticated manner, earning a laugh from you. “ever since we’ve been together, all i’ve ever known was true happiness. you make me feel more complete, more alive, and you are my reason to live. before i met you, love was just a word. but then, you gave it a meaning. i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you. so will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

he kissed your hand sweetly while looking in your eyes. he had to stifle a laugh when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“peter did you just- you just came up with all of that? like off the top of your head?” you asked with a shaky voice. he nodded in response, trying his best to hold his laughter in.

“wow, of course i’ll marry you pete.” you giggled, wiping at your eyes.

“of course you will, how could you not?” he shrugged, before sliding the ring pop on your finger and stood up from his position.

you looked at the ring at different angles on your hand. “wow, loot at the way it shines in the light.” you joked.

he didn’t miss the tear that was running down your cheek. “y/n are you actually crying right now?” he grinned at you.

“well yeah. your speech was so amazing. you should’ve saved it for the real proposal though.”

peter hesitated before speaking confidently. “who said i didn’t?” he pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring from his shirt pocket, watching your face for your reaction.

you predictably threw your hands over your mouth as tears formed in your eyes all over again.

“peter…” you gasped, although it came out muffled behind your hands.

“yup. take it in. been saving up for this baby for ages. you like it?”

you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. peter was full of surprises, but this was the last thing you expected out of him. the tears started falling down your cheeks choked through your answer.

“i- peter i love it!” your lip started quivering as you tried to contain your sobs.

he nodded and nervously fumbled with the ring. “good, that’s great. i was hoping you’d say that you know,” he took you chin in his other hand, tilting it up a bit so you were looking in his eyes. “i meant every word i said to you in that speech,” he spoke softly. “marry me, my angel.”

you could only force out a high pitched whimper, you were beyond speechless.

“i’ll just take that as a yes.” peter chuckled and replaced the ring pop on your finger with the prettier ring, and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

I was in a very bad mood but this fic made my whole day 💖💖💖💖 thanks to the amazing writer!!!!!!!!!!!

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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@amourtentiaa

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Oh m gee girl the last fanfic you wrote was just >>>> *chefs kiss* loved it- also act you knowing who I am hehehhshshde you might or might not ill never tell ;) anyway cos im obsessed with Peter Parker…. hc mcu! Peter Parker meeting y/n and falling in love with her in first sight, and doing everything he can to get her to like him~ bonus points if my dude mr. stark or Loki (loml) helps him flirt with herrr~~~~

🌸 anon <3

Oblivious (( peter parker x reader )) ♡ author's note: Flower anon you sure are cheeky >:D thank you for feeding ur hopeless writer with ideas huhuhuhu~ also im changing this bit format cos the old one looks horribly OOGLY ehhehsswdwdfsfs- also this is placed after homecoming but before far from home (aka when tony stark is alive because i refuse to believe he's dead lmao *cries*)

♡ synopsis: peter parker meeting y/n and falls in love in first sight, and tells her unexpectedly. strangers to best friends to lovers au.

♡ pairings: peter parker x fem!reader, platonic! loki x peter parker, platonic! tony x peter parker

♡ word count:

♡ warnings: fluff, strangers to best friends to lovers au, mild swearing, one sexual reference because tony blackmailed me and forced me to write that >:((, peter being a flustered MESS because I love him that way skdjksjsf

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You were the newest intern at Stark Industries. You couldn’t have imagine how you got in, compared to the hundreds of other people who applied. You squirmed into the building, awestruck at how the building was so large. You hitched your breath and kept the files close to your chest. A bag was pulled by your right hand, and as you entered the place you stopped to admire the architecture of it.

The place was bustling with fancy men and women in suits. You flushed, looking down to your attire. A casual oversized hoodie with a pair of black tights. Your hair was let open, and you thought you looked like a mess compared to everyone else.

All the posh ladies had their hair tied either in a bun or a ponytail. You shuffled through your purse to check if you had a spare scrunchie. 

You suddenly heard a loud crash from behind. Startled you stumbled back. Before you could say anything, someone ran into you, pushing you back and making you drop all the files and paperwork.

“Not this,“ you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. This was not a good start to your day. 

You bent down to pick the papers up, when an unfamiliar boy came to help you. He picked the files up before you could react and handed them over to you, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Who-“ You were cut off by him apologising.

“I’m so sorry for shoving you, “ The boy went on, “I was running late and didn’t see you and I-“

“It’s fine,”

“You could’ve gotten hurt-“ “Nah,” You shrugged, “It really isn’t that big of a deal,” 

The boy looked about your age. A bit taller than you, and he dressed around the same way. He was wearing a bone white shirt which read a geeky science joke. His curly brown hair reminded you of that one fictional character you had a crush on in first grade. The resemblance was uncanny.

“It isn’t every day you knock a pretty girl over,” He blushed, putting his hand in his pocket. “Why don’t I treat you for a cup of coffee to pay you back?”

Your cheeks reddened. The feeling of heat rose in your face. “I would- err- love to but,” you started, “I’m an intern here and if I bunk my first day, Mr. Stark would probably have a bad impression of me.”

He burst out in a grin. “I know Mr. Stark personally, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you do it once. And I’ll obviously tell him I initiated the idea if he asks.”

You debated if you should go or not.

‘Heck,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I get the chance to talk to a cute guy who doesn’t think I’m a idiot for once, I’m not getting rid of this chance’

“It’s a date then!” You smirked, watching him blush.

—

Two months passed by. You were currently Mr. Stark’s favourite intern. Now that you knew Peter Parker (the boy) was also interning, you could spend all your time with him. You hanged out with the Avengers with him, and told all your secrets to him. 

One time you caught Peter changing out of his Spiderman suit, and knew why he was disappearing at random times and why he knew everything about the Avengers (mainly because he is one)

Peter was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do without him. He sneaked in your room during the night and talked to you for hours. You never told him about your little crush, scared that he wouldn’t return the feelings for you.

Little did you know, he was falling hard. From the moment he saw you, he was in love. Peter would do anything to steal little moments with you, from almost losing Aunt May’s trust from visiting you every night, to showing you top secret inventions in Tony’s lab. When you were in concentration to do anything, he stopped whatever he was supposed to do, and stared at you, taking in the essence of your elegancy (even when you were stuffing food in your face which did not look elegant to everyone but him)

Thing was, you didn't notice. This was the first time you had a best friend, and you couldn't draw the line between romantic or friendly. Peter would buy you a box of your favourite chocolate and the whole series of that one book series you've been wanting for the past week, and you'd say it was a 'best friend thing' as Natasha smirked evilly and Clint laughed hysterically

"BEST- OH GOD SAVE ME- NAT DID YOU HEAR THAT- AHAHAHAHA-" Clint wheezed. "Don't tease the young lovers," Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. "He isn't in love with me!" You exclaimed. "Suuureeee he isn't," Clint grinned, "The same way I don't think Thor is the hottest avenger." "Gaaaaayyyyyy," Tony yelled from across the room. "Like you don't think the same, Tin Can!" Clint stuck his tongue out

You huffed and walked out. Stupid Avengers. —

"She's so cute..." Peter thought out loud, from behind the entryway of the kitchen. You were doing your math homework on the kitchen counter, and you threatened to kill anyone who disturbed you.

Tony, who was making pasta in the, leaned back. "You think so?" He mused.

Peter stumbled back and balanced himself, scared from Tony's outburst. "Oh- mister Stark- h..hihi!" He said all too quickly. "I Didn't- didn't see ya- oh boy I did not see you there- haha-"

Tony raised and eyebrow and walked towards peter, draping an arm around him. "First of all kid, she has her headphones on so she can't hear us even if we scream," He said, "Second of all, cut the shit son." "What?" "Yeah, We know you like her" "WHAT!?"

Tony sighed. "It's not like you're hiding it well, you're acting like a lovesick dork around her."

Peter flushed. "I don't act like-" "You almost tripped on the stairs and broke your nose trying to give her roses on her birthday." "It was her birthday! I couldn't not give her something!" "Roses, parker. You gave her roses and you expect me to think you don't like her romantically."

Peter bit his lip. "Maybe I... Maybe I do have a small crush on her-" "Small?" "Fineeeeee, a big crush," He murmured, "But I know she'll never like a loser like me..."

Tony shrugged, glancing back at him, and then you. "Don't worry, kid. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." A smirk was plastered across his face, and Peter knew trouble was brewing.

—

"No, No I am not doing this," Peter vigorously shook his head, talking to this earpiece attached to his ear, where he could communicate with Tony and a specific mischievous god who overheard their little 'conversation' in the kitchen island when he sought some Swedish Fish He wore a slick black suit and tie, personally tailored by Loki, who took an interest at the 'spiderling's love life.'

There was a prayer to Freya, norse goddess of love, sewn on the cuffs in gold and tints of red, for good luck.

"Small Spiderling," Loki comforted, his silky smooth voice instantly calming Peter, "I have seen you with Lady Y/N. It is no secret that you have feelings for her, she is an impressively kind and considerate woman."

"I mean, loads of other guys like her too, y'know," Peter whispered into the bug.

"Trust me," Loki smirked, "I have my ways of guessing. 99.999% I'm right!" "If you aren't- I swear I'm gonna chop your horns off, Reindeer Games," Scowled Tony.

Peter took a deep breath, standing at your door, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "Kid, you did this before. Why can't ya do it now?" Tony asked through the earpiece.

"Because I wasn't confessing my eternal love for her that time!" Peter grumbled. He nervously knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.

You swung it open, and were delighted at the sight of him. "Peter!" You said, gesturing him to come in. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!"

He flushed and handed the flowers over to you, "These- These are uh- for err.. for you," Peter stumbled on his words.

You twinkled, taking them from his hand. "These are wonderful, Petey!" You sniffed them, taking in the smell blissfully. "But.. What's the occasion?" you asked obliviously. Tony facepalmed from his end.

"Oh," He started, "I just, uh, wanted to tell you something for a, errr, long time."

You didn't hear him, and instead went inside to keep the flowers in water.

Tony groaned at your sickly sweetness. "Just do it already, spandex-man!"

Peter sat at the edge of your sofa, regretting listening to the two men. He just couldn't have been just friends. Hell, this could ruin your friendship!

He would rather be a platonic interest in your life than not even be in your life. He was sure you'd hate him if he said the dreading three words. How was a girl like you supposed to like a boy like him?

"How?" He murmured. You had your back turned to put the flowers in a pot.

"Just slide over with a seductive smile and confess. Who knows, you might even get laid today!"

"MISTER STARKKKKK!" Peter gasped. You turned around on your heel and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Is anything wrong, Petey?" You inquired. "N-nope!" his heart warmed at the affectionate nickname. The poor boy couldn't help but be a flustered mess. "Oooookaayyyyy" You said, giggling, and facing the other way.

Peter straightened his suit and fixed his tie, walking towards you. 'It was now or never' Loki stated.

"Petey?" You asked, at the sudden stance of him towering over you. You set the vase aside and focused on him. His impeccable jawline looked so sharp and dashing, that you almost forgot about the bumbling boy who you talked to all the time.

The room was getting a bit heated, and you just noticed this was the first time you saw him in a suit. No, not a superhero suit, but a proper tuxedo. "I have to tell you a secret," He started.

"And what is that?" You flaunted, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Do as we practiced," Loki demanded. Peter scrunched his nose and bent lower, looking you straight in the eye. You stood still, afraid to move a muscle. Was this charming boy, your Peter?

"You do know I'm the best secret keeper to ever exist. right?" You nervously bantered, a smile tugging at the edge of your face. "Promise not to tell anyone," He said breathily, his face meeting yours. You leant toward him, taking in the essence of his cologne. "I won't, promise," You whispered, dead serious. From across the line, Loki and Tony smirked deviously.

"You swear?" "I swear," "You really aren't going to tell anyone?" "Not a soul," "Not even your best friends, MJ or Betty?" "Just tell me already, you idiot!" You huffed.

Peter tilted his head and put and finger to your chin, raising it to meet his eyes. You stuck your tongue out playfully, rolling your eyes. Peter broke out from his sudden seriousness and laughed. You couldn't help but join in.

"Dude, what was that?" You wheezed incredulously.

"I'm sorry!" He cringed. He couldn't stop letting out loose laughter. Tony guffawed loudly from his end. Loki facepalmed at how badly his plan went.

The sight of you snickering hysterically, the light of the sun from the windows hitting you in such a way, that you looked ethereal, made his heart soar.

"I love you so much," Peter breathed out giddily. You paused, looking at him in awe.

"Petey," You mumbled in a small voice, "Did you just say you... you loved me?" "Uhhh-" Peter's face was beet red. He stammered gibberish and avoided your eye contact, when you pulled him toward you by the collar. You kissed him tenderly, and he felt extremely ambiguous from it. Your lips crashed against each other, locking into his. His entire body buzzed from the unexpected smooch. His cheeks were burning up, and his lungs clenched. You ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up. He rested a hand on your hip, pulling you against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned eagerly through the kiss. You broke free and saw his stunned expression, and let out a loose chuckle. He caressed your face gingerly.

"Took you long enough," a snarky remark escaped you. Loki and Tony smiled knowingly, realising what the long silence meant. "I love you too."

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear an oblivious idiot like you say that,"