"I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy." - Mulan
"“You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast
"“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
-Alice in Wonderland
"“Man has always learned from the past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse!” – Archimedes, The Sword in the Stone
"So this is love, So this is what makes life divine." - Cinderella
""Always let your conscience be your guide." - The Blue Fairy (Pinocchio)
"“Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – The AristoCats
": So you want me to throw her into the asylum, unless she agrees to marry you? Oh that is despicable (Laughs evilly) I LOVE IT!" - Beauty & The Beast
" "You control your destiny - you don't need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems." - Merida (Brave)
""Even miracles take a little time." - Fairy Godmother
""Listen to me. The human world is a mess." - The Little Mermaid
"You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting." - Peter Pan
Could you please write a Peterxreader where reader is the youngest
member of the team. One day they have a movie date in the tower and the
team spies on them?Could it be in the point of view of the team?[bonus
points if deadpool is in it] thanks <3
Wade has created a chatroom.
Wade has added Natasha, Tony, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Vision.
Clint: What, Wade?!
Tony: Can we text later? You’re going to distract me!
Bruce: I need to
ask, but is it not weird that us, adults, are spying on Y/N and Peter,
our youngest and most loved members movie date in a very cramped up
Natasha: If you
don’t like it, then you can leave, Banner. It’s not weird. We are just
being protective parental units/uncles/adopted android sibling.
Steve: Should they be sitting so close? Natasha, should they? Maybe I should go in and sit between them.
Tony: I will kick your ass, Rogers! Don’t you dare ruin their date!
Thor: Grab him, Stark! I shall lay Mjolnir upon him so he may not move.
Steve: Try it and I will run off with Mjolnir!
Thor: You? Worthy? HA! Do not fight us!
Steve: I know you
have your doubts. I know deep down you know that I was faking not being
able to lift Mjolnir. Would you like to test me?
ok I couldn’t help myself, sorry I haven’t written in years- but ya enjoy!!
alright, like tom would be the sweetest boyfriend don’t even try to fight me lol
like he would be such a gentleman
always holding doors for you and pulling out chairs for you and ordering on your behalf and such
but he’d also be really cheeky
like he’s not one to shy away from a good prank I feel
like he’d hide behind the door and give you a good jump scare or fill your car up with balloons or something- innocent things
but like if it ever got too far or if you even got the slightest bit hurt from it, he’d immediately rush over to you and make sure you’re alright
the little gymnist would constantly be doing flips and all these cool parkour moves which would make you so worried and on edge
“babe, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself”
“oh come on, darling, I’m spider-man”
and that would be his excuse for everything “darling, I am spider man after all”
and yes, his favorite thing to call you would be “darling”
and you’d also be worried about him doing some of his own stunts
like you’d walk over and he’d be hanging from some cables and casually be like, “oh, hey babe! want to grab some dinner after this?”
taking Tessa on regular walks through the park would probably be one of the highlights of your day because it’d usually just be you and tom
and you’d find a quiet spot and just throw some tennis balls out for Tess and relax for a bit, it’d be a great get away from all the flashing cameras and noise
hanging out with Tess most of the time in his trailer
I feel like your relationship would be kind of private
I mean, people would know you’re dating, but you guys wouldn’t flaunt it
there may be a couple of pictures of you through out his Instagram feed, but it wouldn’t be overboard
and when you do post a picture together, the fans will all go crazy
however, on twitter, I feel like you two would get into little witty battles, here and there, and people would take sides and everything
but it wouldn’t be anything major, it’d be stupid stuff- like the correct pronunciation for “croissant” or something lol
he’d be dancing all over the place all the time
and if you’re not good at dancing he would teach you a move or two and crack up at the amount of rhythm you lack, but he’d find it really cute and endearing
teasing him about lip sync battle
and sometimes if it’s raining he’ll do a tiny bit of the routine just to make you laugh
lots of insiders
you would hang out with Harrison a lot and go to interviews and watch behind the cameras
and Tom would get distracted every now and then with you being right there, and he’d stare off and you’d point your finger to the interviewer and signal at him to focus back, even though it’s really cute
seeing the world while joining him on press tour every now and then
sneaking him off set every once in a while to grab a bite to eat or go adventuring and putting him in an elaborate disguise
waking up to him making a nice cup of tea and breakfast every morning
having spider man merch lying all over the house because tom can’t help himself
and every time you’re at target and pass the toy isle where all the action figures are and the masks are, he’ll stop and shout “hey, look it’s me!!”
sweet little kisses
planning the future together
“what if our kid prefers superman?”
“then we’ll send them off to military school”
obviously being his date to red carpet events and ceremonies
and he’d always be very nervous and making sure you’re alright because all the flashing cameras, rude reporters, and screaming fans are a bit much
cheering him on in the crowd when he’s up for an award
and you being one of the first people he thanks in his speeches
if you aren’t from England and he’s near your home town for press tour or comic con, you take him all around town and show him where you grew up and share funny stories about each of your stops
him getting on great with your family, who can’t get enough of him
going over to see his family on holidays, who absolutely adore you
one of his brothers will probably have a not so secret crush on you and you jokingly threaten tom to leave him for them
you being his whole world and him constantly talking about you in interviews
also lots of rumors about you guys getting married, having a baby, or breaking up, but you just tune those out
lots of movie nights at his place which lead to you guys crashing out on the couch
Request:hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)
Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question.
Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life
Word Count: 1.4K
Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.
He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.
Remus Lupin is so fucking extra though? Like, everyone calls Sirius dramatic but Remus has like two settings: 0 and 100.
Like in Snape’s Worst Memory he’s all: hexing is bad and I want no part in this, but then he sees Peter and is like: hey friend time to die
He’s on Sirius’s back all the time like ‘chill man we need to think things through’ but then he’s like ‘so I married Tonks but in hindsight nah I’ll ruin her life so I’m coming on an adventure k?’
He’s super chill paring off Snape: 'marauders map? Nah mate no idea I guess I’ll just take it off yours hands goodnight’ then at the mention of Sirius Black’s name he throws his suitcase half way across the room 'how dare you? accuse me? Sirius Black?!?’
He’s just either so chill or so over the top like oh my god
Me? A sucker for the wedding trope. Hope you guys like this one though <3
Title: Anything For You Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Summary: Peter is your date to a wedding and all your relatives love him. Just one issue: you’re not actually dating. Word Count: 1,640 Warnings: None Tagged:@tmrhollandkay@kindnesswins@melconnor2007@mcheung0314
request: Can you do an imagine where you and shawn are hanging out with his family and you’re talking to his sister or someone and shawn just looks at you and realizes that you were the one for him. Thanks!!
a/n: the title doesn’t even relate i never say the words “the one” in this it’s just in the request. also it’s short but it’s pretty sweet
You and Aaliyah were sitting next to the pool, with your legs dipped in, talking about who-knows-what. Shawn had invited you over for some barbeque his dad wss throwing, and you can never deny a trip to your boyfriend’s house- especially since they had a pool and it was incredibly hot outside.
Shawn was with his dad at the grill, talking about nothing in particular, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching you intereact with his sister, and his heart was pounding so hard he was sure his father could hear it. Shawn blinked and noticed his father was trying to get his attention. “Hmm?”
“Are you ok? Feelin’ good?” Manny asked, worried about his son. He had gotten back from Europe just a few days ago, but he seemed over the jet lag.
“Um, Dad? How did you know you were going to propose to Mom?” He asked, and Manny nearly dropped the tongs he was holding.
He cleared his throat, and looked at Shawn. “I-I just knew. I could see her being the perfect mother to my children, and always making me happy.” Manny looked to where his daughter was at the pool, and put two and two together. “What brought this on?” He asked, just to be sure.
Shawn chewed on his lip. “I think, I think I wanna marry her.” He said, looking at his dad. “I know I’m young, and I probably should wait but-”
“I don’t think you’re too young.”
“What?” Shawn looked at his dad. “You don’t? I’m 18?”
Manny shrugged. “Shawn, you’re so mature for someone your age. I see some of your friends at the store, and they’re just acting so much more childish than you. You’ve had to grow up so much faster, and if you think you want to propose, I think you should.” Manny said, flipping one of the burgers.
Shawn saw you stand up from the edge of the pool, and walk towards him. “Hey, babe.” He smiled, acting like he wasn’t just talking about proposing.
“What’re you guys talking about? Saw you looking over at me.” You smiled, adjusting the sunglasses your sister bought you for your birthday.
“Nothing, just said how I wanted to push you and Liyah into the pool.” Shawn smiled, laughing when you turned around and walked away.
“I think I’m gonna marry her.”
a/n: holy shit i actually did a request. omg. sorry it’s short but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (send me more requests pls and thx)
Aries: “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.” - Mulan
Taurus: ““You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast
Gemini: "“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!” -Alice in Wonderland
Requested by anon:
could you write an imagine where you’ve been dating peter but he seems distant and you think hes seeing someone else or cheating on you so you get really mad and go to his house and wait for him while he’s out being spider man and he comes in wearing his suit and i guess you can take it from there,,,love your writing btw!
Y/N and Peter. Peter and Y/N. They were Midtown High’s It couple. The entire school idolized their relationship. Most students, when they walked to class, would see the two by the lockers smiling and holding each other as they talked. They could barely be apart from one other.
The two teenagers have been dating ever since the summer before freshmen year. They were neighbors so they practically grew up together, which made there relationship even cuter. Y/N loved Peter with all of her heart. She was there for him when his Uncle Ben died and when he got that crazy Stark Internship. She was always there to witness his downfalls and his uprisings.
The It couple was slowly starting to get torn apart a few months after the death of Peter’s Uncle. He became distant and everyone noticed. Everyone noticed how him and Y/N stopped talking to each other in the hallways at school, or how he would eat lunch with only Ned instead of eating lunch with the three of them. Dates with Peter were either always cancelled or always getting interrupted by his Aunt suddenly needing him.
Their relationship had gone like this for the past few months and Y/N was sick and tired of it. She hated that Peter was ignoring her calls, canceling dates and overall, not talking to her. She thought he was acting like this from the stress of balancing the internship and school. Y/N’s friends put the horrid thought into her head that Peter might’ve been seeing someone else.
“Peter would never do that to me!” She argued with her friends when they finally decided that it was best if she knew what might have been going on.
“Y/N just think about it,” He friend said, trying to convince her, “he’s cancelling dates, ignoring your calls, and not really talking to you. The signs are all there.”
Her friends looked at her solemnly. Tears started to flow down her cheeks, “He…….he wouldn’t.” She was only saying this now to convince herself more than to convince her friends that Peter was faithful. Except now she was finding it to be the only answer.
One day, Y/N stood in front of the Parker household, trying to compose herself. She let out a huge breath of air before knocking on the door slowly. Y/N didn’t usually knock, she always just let herself in because Peter and May were like family to her. But things were different now, she barley knew Peter anymore.
The door opened and she was greeted with the kind, slightly surprised smile of Peter’s Aunt. “Hey, Y/N. Come in, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl’s shoulder to direct her inside. Y/N walked into the room some more, May shutting the door.
“That’s cause you haven’t.” She mumbled looking at her shoes.
“What was that?” May asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Y/N.
She looked up,closing her eyes for a second to remember what she was originally here for, “Is Peter here?”
“No. I have no idea where he is most of the time,” she chuckled, “but you can go wait in his room if you’d like.” Y/N nodded her head, indicating that she would wait. May went back to what she was doing while Y/N walked to Peter’s room.
She walked to his bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. Reminiscing on all of the things they did in here when they were little brought a small smile to her face.
In this very room, when Y/N and Peter were little kids, he kissed her. They were sitting on the ground playing with his action figures. “Y/N, do you love me?” Little ten year old Peter asked. Y/N giggled, “Of course I do Pete, you’re my best friend.”
Peter gave his full attention to you and not to the toys. “When we’re older, I want to marry you.” Y/N stopped playing with the objects in her hand, a huge smile appearing on her lips. “I want to marry you too, Pete.” He suddenly leaned closer to her, puckering his lips and hastily placing them against Y/N’s. It was only a peck but when he pulled away, the two of them had a similar crimson blush on their cheeks.
Unbeknownst to the kids, May stood in the doorway. She had went to the room to tell them about lunch, but instead, experienced their first kiss which brought a smile to her face.
Y/N couldn’t help but think that their friendship would be ruined as well as their romantic relationship. She slumped her shoulders, dragging her body into the room and onto Peter’s bed. She reclined on the bed, feeling the comforter for what may be the last time. She placed her head on his pillow then turning on her side, breathing in the scent that was distinctively Peter’s. She had done this on multiple occasions from all the many sleepovers. A few tears had spilled from her eyes and down her face yet again.
Her lip quivered as she saw a picture frame on his desk. In the frame was a photo of the two of them together on their one year anniversary. Peter was behind her, his arms wrapped around her middle as he was kissing her cheek. Y/N had a huge smile on her face, her hands resting on top of his.
It was a time where they were happy together. Why would he keep that if everyone thought he was cheating on her? She sat up on the bed, feeling the blankets through her fingers once again. She waited, rubbing her hands together between her thighs.
Y/N was startled when she heard a noise coming from Peter’s window. She gave her attention to the window, seeing a flash of red coming through. She looked up seeing a figure on the ceiling, but not just any figure. It was Spider-Man, the city’s hero. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room?
She sat there, eyes wide and lips parted slightly as she watched the man crawl on the ceiling, towards the door. He slowly and quietly shut the door of the bedroom, jumping down. He let out a sigh before pulling off his mask. He turned around and was greeted with the face of his girlfriend.
They both said simultaneously shocked at one another. Y/N jumped up off of the bed, facing her boyfriend who had dropped the Spider-Man mask onto the floor. “Your'e Spider-Man,” She said breaking the ice.
“W-What, that’s ridiculous. I-I was at a costume party and I, I bought this at the store.” He stated, playing withe the suit. Y/N looked at him slightly confused, “Peter, what costume party happens in July? Besides that, you were just crawling on the ceiling.”
Peter sighed, looking down at the suit. He took it off, grabbing a shirt to throw on. He hid the suit in his closet and walked over to his bed to sit. He patted the seat next to him, indicating Y/N to sit next to him. They sat in silence.
“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” Y/N questioned the boy. Peter looked shocked trying to defend himself, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”
Y/N scoffed, “Peter, we haven’t gone on a date in months and you always ignore my calls and texts. We rarely talk anymore.” He sat there, realizing all of the time that had passed by. “I-I didn’t know it was that long.” He mumbled, playing with his fingers, not making eye contact.
Y/n laughed a humorless laugh, “Everyone convinced me that you were cheating on me.”
Peter turned to face her, eyebrows raised from the accusation, “I would never do that to you, Y/N,” he said sincerely. Peter turned to her looking deeply in her eyes, placing his hands on her cheeks, just above her jaw. “I-I love you. I love you more than the amount of stars in the sky. I love you more than all the water in the ocean,” by now, there were tears falling from both of their eyes from the entire situation, foreheads pressed against one another, “I love you more than anything you could ever imagine.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” She cried, grabbing onto his forearms. Peter shook his head, “Don’t be, I should’ve told you from the start.” He whipped away the tears that were coming from her now red eyes.
Peter began to slowly close the space between them, leaning in closer to her lips. Everything was quiet, besides the short breaths the two of them made. Y/N could then smell that smell that was distinctively Peter’s. He closed his eyes tilting his head slightly, making the space between them disappear. It felt like he was home, that he was finale where he was meant to be.
Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into him. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was more needy for that rather than air. Their lips moved in sync while Y/N’s hands traveled to the back of Peter’s neck. His lips always seemed to taste as sweet as sugar. She ruffled her fingers through his dark locks, tugging lightly as their lips melded together.
They both pulled away, a faint blush on their cheeks from the rush of the moment. The two were breathing heavily, not letting go of one another.
After they caught their breath, the teens lay down on the bed, wrapping the fluffy comforter around them. She had her back pressed against his chest as they always used to do. Peter enveloped his hands around her waist, pulling Y/N closer to him. Y/N let out a content sigh just before Peter left a quick peck on her neck.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking Spider-Man.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed. “Well, technically, you were fucking Spider-Man.” He chuckled with his eyes closed as well.
“Oh my God, Peter.” She said slightly offended but laughing nonetheless. When her laughing subsided Peter began to speak, “I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too, Pete.” She said before drifting off to sleep blissfully in the arms of her beloved.
5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you
1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book
Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”
Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”
“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.”
Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away.
He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on.
The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present.
It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it.
You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning?
Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper.
You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book!
You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it?
You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class.
Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back.
2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man
Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?”
You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.”
She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?”
You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed.
Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!”
You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both.
“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did.
“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?”
Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed.
Michelle laughed over her wince of pain.
“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”
“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you.
The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit.
3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up
The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time.
This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided.
Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple!
So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?”
You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.”
“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!”
You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back.
Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”
You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!”
You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him.
He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it.
“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands.
“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about.
Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company.
“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.”
Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!
“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”
He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved.
“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…”
Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand.
It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.
But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad.
“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up.
You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?”
He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.”
You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!”
“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?”
You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill.
“Okay, Peter,” you nodded.
4) You showed up as his superhero S/O
Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)
So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face.
A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car.
He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume.
You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire.
STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY.
Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”
“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating.
After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this.
What a coincidence.
5) He saw you in an unexpected place
Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss.
Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May.
The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year.
Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’
Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up- but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.”
Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.”
Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die.
“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.”
Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman.
There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.”
How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).
Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter.
Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions.
In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals.
In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.
Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock.
There was a girl standing on the ceiling.
Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface!
“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says.
The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor.
But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.”
“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-
And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”
“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’
Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!”
It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.
summary : peter isn’t one to sing for the masses, but for you, he might be able to make an exception.
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author’s note : i don’t like this that much but i tried lol love you guys
Every time you ask, he’ll insist that he doesn’t sing. It doesn’t matter that you’ve heard him hum a tune drastically similar to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect in the middle of Chemistry class, or that May has informed you of his singing habits when he takes a shower after school, or that sometimes if he thinks you’re asleep he’ll start singing very quietly. None of that means a thing, because the stubborn little shit that goes by the name of Peter Parker insists, swears, emphasizes the fact that he doesn’t, will never, could never, sing.
He’ll never admit that he’s embarrassed to sing in front of you in particular. His regular voice, the way he talks, is already squeaky enough. It still cracks despite him having gone through puberty and it wavers and it isn’t the deepest, manliest of voice one would ever hear. He’s surprised, though he always is with you, that you’ve stuck around this long. He may call himself Spider-Man, but more often than not he feels anything other than that. Sometimes he thinks that he may as well just sing for you and get it over with, because in his anxiety ridden mind he’s sure that if he doesn’t, you’ll start separating yourself from him until it’s over. You’re reassuring every time he lets this worry slip out, and you tell him that it’s no big deal and he can show you that hidden talent of his when he’s good and ready.
Still, you have to ask. If you’re lying on the couch with him, head slumped on his shoulder while you’re half asleep, you’ll mumble it groggily and your hands will twist the hem of his shirt around. “Sing me to sleep,” you’ll sigh, not really meaning it because you know exactly what he’ll say in response, but it doesn’t hurt to try, not at all. ‘Cause one day he will. Peter just shakes his head a bit, looks down at you with a shy grin and kisses the top of your head as you readjust yourself in a way that allows you to wrap your arms around his waist. “Y/N, I absolutely adore you, but not today, okay?” You never push it, so you nod off to sleep with his arms secured around you and a hand playing with your hair gently. He wishes he wasn’t as nervous to sing for you. He knows that you want him to more than anything, and that he’d be making you incredibly happy if he did, but Peter is too filled with nerves and too shy and too squeaky-voiced to trust himself to sing for you in the proper way that he wants to.
You can hear him humming one day when you’re studying and you put your music library on shuffle. He taps his foot along with the rhythm, he sings under his breath so low you can’t hear it, his pen hitting the side of his notebook. “Might as well just sing, if you’re gonna hum and stuff…” you suggest quietly, innocently jotting down another note on the French Revolution before you can meet Peter’s eyes. You know he’s rolled them at you by now, annoyed even though he won’t show it because he’s far too sweet on you to risk anything, even a small comment to show his irritation, ruining your relationship. “’M sorry, babe. I won’t bring it up again.” You reach over, ruffle his hair playfully. You watch his eyes crinkle up at the corners as he smiles down at his book.
“I just don’t want anyone hearing me sing yet, especially you. It’s not gonna be as great as you’re expecting,” he adds, craning his neck to give you that sweet smile of his. You push forward a bit to kiss him, your hand cupping his cheek and then threading through his hair. “I love you,” he hums, leaning his face against where you’re holding him. “One day. I promise. You’ll hear me sing one day, and if you don’t then you don’t have to marry me.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, amused. “I’m marrying you now?”
Peter just shrugs, secretive grin on his face as he goes in to kiss you again with rose bud colored cheeks and lips all too ready, too eager, to be placed upon your own. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you and marry you in a heartbeat if he were old enough, he thinks to himself as you hug him goodbye on the train platform after you get off your stop, but he can’t sing for you? He huffs once you’re out of sight. Bullshit. He can’t believe the way he thinks sometimes. Absolute bullshit. He shoves his earbuds in his ears and tries to sleep the rest of the train ride back home. Next time, he’d do it.
There’s no better time than next time. In fact, sometimes he’s glad he waited so long, because it made the moment all the more special. He’s out patrolling, his suit is on and he’s sweating through it and when he gets your text that you need him to come pick you up, he’s ever so thankful that he can get off early for the night. Usually, he loves being the hero of Queens, but sometimes he needs a break. He never feels okay with leaving early unless it’s for a good reason, and there’s no better reason than the love of his life being in trouble or in need. The text reads, “Come get me at my house? Need to get away,” so that’s exactly where he heads. Swings onto the second story window of your bedroom, knocks with a feather light hand in case your parents are in the general vicinity, and then makes sure you’re secure in his grip before he swings back to May’s place. He doesn’t even need to ask what’s wrong.
It’s the same as it usually is. The constant bickering of your parents is overwhelming, anxiety inducing, deafening, You don’t know what to do with yourself when it starts, because it never finishes it until one of them storms out for the night and you’re left sitting quietly in your room with your head between your knees trying not to throw up. Peter manages to get you out of the house almost all of the time, and if he can’t then you can bet he calls your phone and doesn’t stop until you answer. Once you’re through his window, he closes the door softly so May won’t hear, and he grabs a spare blanket from the corner of his bed where its balled up and sets it over you when you sit down.
He practically wraps himself around you, pushing his nose down into the space between your collarbones and leaving a kiss on your shoulder even though you’re wearing a heavy sweatshirt and can’t feel it all that well. “You can sleep here, I’ll keep the door locked so May won’t see and yell at us. Not that she would,” he tells you quickly when he sees your eyes widen, “she knows you situation. She might be opposed to us sleeping in the same bed, though. No worries, babe.” You rest your head in Peter’s lap, your hand on his knee. You curl up in a ball with the blanket still over you and Peter gazes down at your shaking figure and closes his eyes. “What do you want me to sing?”
You stare up at him with your mouth slightly agape, before you murmur, “Just sing one you know. I don’t care.”
“Put this in,” he shoves an earbud at you. He puts the other one in his ear and turns to Sparks by Coldplay, a song on his playlist dedicated to his infinite love for you and you alone. “I’m gonna sing. And I’m really sorry in advance ‘cause I suck. I want you to sleep, though. I know singing helps you sleep. If I can’t help you, what am I good for, right?” He smiles down at you a little bit before he presses the play button. He waited a little bit before he started, waited for the right lyrics to convey his feelings for you properly, because if he was going to sing, he was going to do it right, damn it. “My heart is yours, it’s you that I hold on to.”He pauses, but you reach for his hand under the covers and hold it. This sweet boy of yours, he was everything you needed, wanted, and more. “I won’t let you down, oh yeah.” It wasn’t a long song, it was more soft music rather than lyrics, but the tiny little moments where Peter sang along with Chris Martin in his own low, nervous way where he was so focused on trying to avoid any voice cracks.
When the song came to its end, and Yellow started playing, Peter lifted one of your hands to his lips. You know he’d never do this, the singing thing, even with a short song, for anyone else. Your gaze locks with his in that loving sort of way he does his best to hold and convey, intense in the fact that just one look makes your cheeks flush and your heart long for more contact despite him being so close to you already. “Just ‘cause I adore you,” he says, switching to he next song. This was one of those moments, ones you want to take a picture of and live in forever. You grin, shut your eyes, and let him sing. Everything about your boyfriend was lovely, but his voice?