It’s my first time writing preferences, sorry if this sucks.
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Steve Rogers: Well, Steve is such a gentleman and rarely loses his temper, but whenever a guy flirts, or basically talks to you he can’t help being furiously jealous. He never leaves your side and holds your waist with his strong arms, staring at his poor victim until he decides to leave.
Bruce Banner: Bruce is really a quiet person, he always tries to contol his emotions since he absolutely doesn’t want to turn green, so even if he is jealous, he simply hides it at that very moment and waits for you two to be alone so that he can talk to you.
Thor: He’s Thor, he is worthy and everyone else just isn’t, so whenever a guy tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t lose his temper introducing himself as your boyfriend, and gladly watches the guy’s self-esteem going to pieces.
Clint Barton: He’s a bastard, and this is one of the reasons why you love him, so when a guy goes too far with you he shoots an arrow right above his head, pretending it was a mistake and says things like “You should go away, next time you might not be this lucky."
Tony Stark: Tony is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, pretty jealous man you would add. When he gets jealous there’s no way to stop his sarcasm, he practically destroys with words the guy in question and does it keeping his usual smirk on his face.
James "Bucky” Barnes: Bucky is quite insecure, he thinks you deserve the best in life and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to give it to you. For this reason, whenever a guy flirts with you, he becomes quiet and withdrawn, so you immediately notice something’s wrong with him and forget about the other boy, going straight to him to make sure he knows how much you love him.
Pietro Maximoff: Pietro is quite possessive when it comes to you, he doesn’t want anyone to look or talk to you in a non-proper way, so whenever another guy flirts with you, he runs straight to you and threatens him using some strange Russian words that you yourself don’t understand, but they do sound pretty intimidating.
Wanda Maximoff: Wanda always knows if someone is having malicious thoughts about you, so she wastes no time and walks up to you, wrapping her arms around you in order to make it clear that you’re taken.
Natasha Romanoff: Natasha is, well, Natasha. She can’t help telling things the way they are, so whenever someone flirts with you, she just tells him/her not to bother you and when you two are left alone she hungrily kisses you, whispering things like “Remember that you’re mine”
Loki: Loki becomes dangerous whenever a guy flirts with you, he uses his magic tricks to make the boy drop in his own feet or to set his clothes on fire; obviously he never means to kill, he only means to maim, or seriously injure*.
*This is sort of a quote from Harry Potter, I do love Dobby!
Request: (by anon) pietro x reader + “Sit in my lap”
A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this! :P I’m sorry if this is weird or cringe-worthy! How do you do the whole sexy thing?
You had just won a tedious battle with your team, the Avengers. The
battle waged for hours and caused extensive damage to the surrounding
areas. Your bones ached, your muscles were sore, and you were covered in
cuts and bruises. It was definitely a battle for the history books.
such a battle, the team was starving and therefore thrilled when they
came across a small diner that was still functional. Somehow Tony had
convinced the owners to stay open and provide you all with some meals.
slumped into the diner and pushed a couple of unbroken tables together
before plopping down into their chairs for a much-needed rest. You
looked around at all the shattered glass and debris, trying to find an
extra chair. Somehow, every chair that wasn’t already in use was smashed
to bits. Just your luck!
You sighed heavily, not wanting to
be on your feet a second longer. Despite that, you just leaned against
the dusty counter, trying to shift your weight from one foot to the
“[Y/N], why don’t you sit down and join us?” Steve asked, slightly confused.
Your response was to pick up a busted bar stool to present as evidence.
“Oh.” Steve nodded. “Well here, take my seat.”
“No, you sit. You’re in worse shape than I am.” You dismissed him.
“Please, I insist.” You shook your head.
“Sit in my lap.” Pietro suggested, drawing all eyes towards him.
“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow.
had a habit of flirting with you, which usually you didn’t mind, but it
wasn’t something you were up to dealing with while you were this dog-tired.
“No funny business, I promise. Just a friend helping a friend out.” He assured you.
“No ulterior motive?” You seemed suspicious.
“Cross my heart.” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart.
You reluctantly hobbled over to where he sat and carefully sat down on his lap, wincing as your body wanted to give out.
“There. Now was that so bad?” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.
of the owners came by and took your orders, while the other one double
checked that the kitchen was still up to code. Miraculously, it seemed
as if the kitchen was the only part in the whole place that was
untouched by the battle.
You all silently rested as you
waited for your food. After eating for a little while, you all started
to regain some energy, lightening the mood a bit. You all began to talk
about the battle. The good, the bad, what you could’ve done differently.
Somehow you ended up geeking out over each other. 'Did you see Wanda do
this’ or 'how about when Thor did that?’ The more you spoke, the more
lively you all became.
Pietro excitedly recounted how he took out
thirty enemies in ten seconds, his new record. One thing to know about
the Sokovian was that when he got excited, he spoke with his hands. As
he spoke, you could feel his arms flailing behind your back, which made
you snicker. When he finished his story, he absentmindedly rested his
hand on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to increase slightly.
tried to ignore it, but his touch was ever-present. Because of his
super speed, he constantly radiated heat, which lead him to
unintentionally ease your pain and relax your muscles. But it wasn’t
just the temporary relief he caused that gave you comfort, it was just
being in close proximity to him. You liked him and you often flirted
back with him, but you were teammates so you never let yourself give in
to him. Teammates shouldn’t date, it would be a bad idea. Wouldn’t it?
slowly moved your opposite hand over to where his sat. He began to
apologize before stopping once he realized that you weren’t pushing it
away, but were instead holding it. Taking that as a hint that you were
in a flirty mood now, he took and wrapped his arms around your waist and
pulled you closer to him. You felt a hitch in your breath, which Piet
must’ve noticed because the moment that nobody was looking he began
peppering your shoulder and neck with sweet, soft kisses.
When the others looked in your direction next, they pretended not to notice as a blush crept up your neck.
know what,” you sighed, “I’m not really feeling well. So, I’m gonna go
rest in the Quinjet while you guys finish eating.”
weren’t fooling anyone, but nobody cared enough to call your bluff. So,
you slowly got to your feet and slightly limped to the door.
“Now that you mention it, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape,” Pietro added, “let me help you.”
You nodded and in a flash, he was over to you and was carrying you bridal style before racing off.
“You think that’s just a friend helping another friend out?” Natasha smirked.
“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve said to a cursing Tony.
“(Y/N) are you alright, don’t vorry I’ll get Bruce in here to make sure you’re okay,” Pietro panicked, zooming up to you as you looked up from the book you were reading.
“And why would I be I injured?” You asked, clearly not amused by his antics.
“Because you just fell from Heaven of course,” Pietro smirked, looking like he had just delivered the smoothest line in history.
“Actually I scraped my knee climbing out of hell,” You replied on instinct, ignoring him and going back to your book. Pietro, however, seemed determined to get your attention, so much so he plucked the book from your hands and sped off somewhere else. Getting more than pissed you tried to chase after him, finally reaching your whit’s ends you turned the gravity in the area off. Pietro floated in the air, holding your book.
“Drop it,” You growled as he struggled to move without the assistance of gravity.
“Alright Printsessa, but only for you,” He chuckled before dropping the book into your hands. You walked out of the room, and with a click of your fingers, Pietro fell to the floor with a thud. Pietro only smirked after you, he wasn’t giving up yet.
If only Pietro wasn’t so hot, and you weren’t so stubborn something would happen between you two. Wanda and Natasha were on short fuses with you both, and Tony just wanted the pair of you to stop being idiots.
You walked down the towers hallway, nose in your book once again. Before you knew it, you were tackled to the ground, and of course, Pietro was above you.
“Sorry Solnishko, I didn’t see you there,” Pietro chuckled as he eyes your face. A raging blush spread across your face from the position you were both in before you pushed him off and stood up.
“You definitely did that on purpose,” You huffed before walking off once again.
“I swear to god if something doesn’t happen between the two of them I’m going to make something happen,” Natasha hissed as she watched Pietro try to flirt with you once again.
“Don’t vorry, it vill happen soon, I assure you,” Wanda responded casually.
“Your lips look so lonely; would they like to meet mine?” Pietro asked, leaning closer to you. You placed your hands on his lips, pushing his head back.
“No thanks,” You replied dramatically trying to ignore him still. Pietro huffed in annoyance before looking at you with a frown on his face.
“Oh come on katyonak, vhy von’t you play along for once. I know you like me I’m not zhat stupid,” Pietro huffed, smiling upon seeing the surprise on your face.
“Fine then. Are you a magician? Cause every time I see you everyone else disappears,” You replied. Pietro seemed taken aback for a second before a grin spread on his face.
“Are you happy now!? I hate you so much,” You groaned before getting up from where you were sitting and going off to your room. Pietro only continued to grin, maybe he did have a chance with you.
Words: 1358 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader Featuring: Tony Stark Warnings: swearing, maybe Requested by anon “ Pietro and the reader having a lightsaber battle in the middle of the toy section” Summary: What happens when you and Pietro are in the toy section and Pietro is pracitcally a toddler in a store? Chaos ensues. Authors Note: this was so much fun omf
“Target could be my second home,” You marveled as you walked into the doors of the large store.
Pietro laughed. “Well, you do come here a lot.”
“Because I love it!” You squealed and walked to where the one-dollar section was.
With a roll of the eyes, he put his hand on your shoulder. “That, and Tony kicks us out of the base a lot.”
Shrugging, you picked up random things in the one-dollar bins. Tony does kick you two out of the base a lot, mainly because when you don’t have anything to do, you annoy someone until you are entertained and come up with something to do. He’s usually the easiest to annoy, not to mention that he gets annoyed really easily, and his reactions are typically the funniest.
You walked up to the nearest employee, doing like you and Pietro always do. “Excuse me, miss, where are the toasters?” You linked onto Pietro’s arm. “My husband is really worried about the fact that we do not have a toaster and I’m afraid he’s going to break down if he doesn’t see a toaster soon,” You told the girl who seemed to be a bit older.
She quickly directed you to where the toasters would be, and once she was out of sight, the two of you broke into a fit of laughter. “That was a good one. I’m really passionate about toasters,” He laughed. It was almost a tradition after the many times you two have been to Target recently, asking the staff random and strange questions. Sometimes he was your son, sometimes you were a random stranger, and today he was your husband. Of course, you two were only friends, which made it only funnier.
Catching you masturbating, Evan Peters Characters, Character Preference
Requested by: Quite a few people but all were anon.
A/N: I included Quicksilver in this so let me know if you have more requests for him! Oh and this is gender neutral :))
Let’s not forget that dead or alive, Tate is a teenage boy. Since you two met when you moved into the murder house you have both sort of liked each other but didn’t say anything. When he walked into you room one day to see you touching yourself he smirked and immediately got flustered, the tightness in his pants betraying any hope he had at playing it off as something else.
What do you get when you put Kit Walker (a lad with a pretty high sex drive) and an extremely attractive person who happens to be pleasuring themselves together? You get a very turned on Kit and a VERY satisfied person ;) He wouldn’t even hesitate when he found you, not that you minded.
He would be a total cinnamon roll at first and cover his eyes, until he got too tempted and had to peek while you were pulling yourself together. It wouldn’t lead to anything but he would be clingy for the rest of the day and always have you near, mostly sitting on his lap.
Not. Subtle. At. All. Literally traps you on the bed/couch in his caravan (you were staying there) and starts kissing you. “Sweet cheeks, you know you don’t have to do that yourself.”
James is actually pretty pissed that you wouldn’t include him in your little rendezvous. “Darling, I thought I asked you that only I was permitted to make you feel such things, looks like I’ll have to punish you.” He doesn’t get too rough though because even though he won’t admit it, the sight of you got him pretty horny and he needed some relief.
Literally doesn’t seem phased at all. After a while he looks at you and smirks but he doesn’t move. You eventually get frustrated and straddle his lap, noticing that he’s extremely hard but was waiting for you to initiate it because he likes it when you get dominant.
Authors notes: I have never done a Soulmate AU so I hope this is okay. Thanks for the request Anon. Also, I dished this out this morning and did not read it over and over like I usually do to edit fics so, sorry for any mistakes. Also, also, I don’t do science so I hope the number thing makes sense.
Prompt: I have a request (no rush) if you write Pietro could you write a soulmate mark one? Pietro or reader has their mark in a hard to see place so one doesn’t what to look for, but the other has it on a visible spot. .. Am I making sense I’m not sure XD
Notes/Warnings: I cant really think of anything but maybe adrenaline rush, flying, falling, crashing.
You hate it.
Its dark and it hurt when it burned into your skin. On the plus side, its on the the back of your hip so, no one can see the deep red numbers that sat raised slightly above the rest of your skin. They looked like scars, lifted with a slight shine to them. The thing that bothered you about all this soulmate nonsense was the fast that it was so unclear.
For some people their numbers were a date, for some a location, and others, a time. Then, there were the extremely rare ones who got letters, initials or even an actual name. You however were stuck with numbers, so there was no way of knowing what yours meant.
The number was too short to be a date or location. So, what did 894 mean? Screw it, you didn’t care. With your luck, you probably wouldn’t even meet your soulmate, it’s known to happen to some people.
A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.
You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.
How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?
“Excuse me, Miss?”
You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.
“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”
“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?
“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”
“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.
“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.
It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.
“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.
“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”
“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.
“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”
You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.
“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”
“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!” “What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.
“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.
After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.
“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.
“Do you think cars have feelings?”
“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”
“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”
He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.
“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”
Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.
“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”
“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”
You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.
“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.
“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”
“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”
“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”
“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”
You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.
“Wait, no!” Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.
“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”
He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.
How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.
You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.
Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.
“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”
You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.
“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.
“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.
“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”
You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.
“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.
- He never really stops to do anything slowly
- Unless you ask him to; then he’ll grovel at your feet
- “Peter, what are you doing on the floor?”
- “What do you want me to buy again?”
“Just some milk and apples, and could you get me (favorite band’s) new album–”
“… Did you steal that Peter?”
“Oh really? ‘Cause I don’t see any receipt here…”
- Peter finds it super hot when you wear nothing but his Pink Floyd t-shirt and silver jacket
- SWEATER PAWS
- Peter loves having competitions with you; even when he loses, which is rarely
- “Dark Side of The Moon is the best album ever.”
“Ha! Ever heard of Michael Jackson?”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW.”
- Fights always ending in tickle fights
- Never being able to decide who does the chores
- “Okay, whoever loses the race does the laundry, okay?”
“Hmm, let me think abou– no.”
- He loves to hear you ramble about anything and everything
- He’s impatient with almost everything, except you
- Every time you sleep together, he holds you tightly, like he doesn’t want you to get away from him
- When you make love, it’s either soft and caring or rough and absolutley senseless (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN)
- You always wake up to him staring at you
- “Why are you staring?”
“Because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful even when they’re drooling ;)”
- “Do you love me?”
“Do you want to be with me, forever?”
“I do, Peter.”
- “No! I am not calling this child Quickie The Second!!”
Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Words: 1179 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark Featuring: Clint Barton Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending. Requested by anon “Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.” Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)
“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.
Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.
And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.
Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”
Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.
“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.
“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.
Imagine Peter having a Crush on You but he doesn’t know what to do other than lots and lots of cheesy pick up lines. (Requested by anon)
(I’m tumblr trash shhhh)
“Hey. (Y/n).” There was a whizz and suddenly Peter was sitting - or rather lying- on the desk which you’d been doing your homework on.
“Hello.” You said with a slight laugh, “What are you doing, Peter?”
“No, but you could be.” He winked cheesily, sliding off your desk.
“What-” Oh, doing Peter.
He laughed, “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”
“At doing yourself?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes, “You’re just as bad, Missy.”
“Oh, and you would know I suppose?” You leaned forward, on your elbow on your desk.
Peter glanced around and then with a whoosh, he was gone.
Walking down the hallway of the mansion the next morning you were suddenly stopped by Peter standing in front of you.
“Hello.” You said hesitantly.
“We have Chemistry right?” He suddenly blurted.
“As our next class?”
“Um yeah sure. See you when we have chemistry!” And he was gone, his hands leaving your shoulders as fast as they’d appeared there.
When you arrived in your next class with Peter he came to apologise to you.
“Hey (Y/n). Sorry about earlier. I’m feeling a bit off today.” He paused and then a grin spread over his features, “But you definitely turn me-” He broke off laughing. “I’m sorry I can’t do this.”
He vanished again, leaving you standing in the corridor again, as confused as ever.
It was when you were sitting out on the grass with some friends, doing your homework and just talking when Peter next appeared.
You saw him out of the corner of your eye. He seemed to be slowly making his way over to you and his friends but he kept stopping to pick something up. Or somethings.
As he got closer you realised they were limes. He saw you and waved, dropping all the limes.
“Oh my god.” You muttered, getting up and running over to him to help.
“I’m sorry.” He said, being very clumsy with the limes.
Peter suddenly looked up at you, locking eyes. “Sorry. I’m bad at pick up limes.”
You stared at him, the smile spreading across your lips, before you grabbed him by the collar, pressing his lips to yours. You felt him smile before he kissed you back, dropping all the limes around you.
When you pulled away, unable to keep the grin off your face, Peter smirked at you. “So uh.. hey, will you go out with me then?”