Hello! Congrats on the new bloooog. How about a Peter Parker x reader where the reader tries to teach him how to slow dance before homecoming and they end up kissing?
a/n - i’m an ib history nerd so i apologize for the 13 million references in here LMAO i always try to show peter’s dorky side in these fics and i’m sorry if it failed miserably but dont’ forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
Studying for a History quiz was such a bother, especially with the content being about some guys in suits fighting over which country got money and which one was left in the dust. Alas, I had to study in order to keep my self pride.
“The New Look Policy was proposed by Dwight Eisenhower to reflect his concern towards the United States military during the Cold War.” I read from my textbook.
I groaned and started scribbling into my notebook once more, silently listening to the noise the city produced from the small crack of the open window. The apartment was quiet tonight considering my mom was on her fourth night shift of the week, allowing some peace for me to study by myself. That was interrupted once two loud knocks were bouncing off the door.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I heard Peter yelp desperately from the outside. I rolled my eyes and got up from my seat, heading towards the door. With Peter being a close friend, and also having him live two floors below me, it caused for a lot of situations like this to turn up unexpectedly.
“Coming!” I chimed, unlocking the door and opening it just a tiny bit, peeking my head through. “What’s up?”
Hi babes! This is a fluffy oneshot about Peter having a crush on one of Michelle’s friends at Midtown High. One day, he spots her reading outside and secretly takes a photo of her because he thinks that she looks too perfect to go unseen, and he pins the photo up in the back of his locker. Everything is fine until Flash Thompson gets his hands on Peter’s photo and brings it to her attention. After that, awkward cuteness ensues and I hope that you all like it!
Hot licks of pain seared throughout Peter’s body. His lip was split, there was a purpling bruise on his temple that was accompanied by a headache so powerful that it’s aching refused to be ignored. Even walking from class to class was taking a toll on Peter. He was exhausted and in pain, but Peter remained hellbent on keeping Queens safe, no matter the cost.
Peter’s eyes glazed over and his body was ready to shut down. Doing his best to keep himself up on his feet, he focused on the photo that he had tacked up of her in the back of his locker.
In the photo, the girl was outside, hidden beneath the shade of a rather large tree. She was stretched out on a light pink blanket, a copy of Charles Baudelaire’s, ‘The Flowers of Evil,’ open in front of her. There was a carton of fresh strawberries and a rather oversized iced coffee balanced haphazardly against her backpack on the ground with her, and every so often, Peter recalled how delightedly blissful she looked each time she bit into a ripe berry. The sun’s rays, the soft breeze wandering through the tree’s leaves, and the chatter bumbling down to her from their shared high school didn’t even faze the girl. Her mind remained with the poet’s.
After a few minutes of watching her, Peter felt soothed. Everything about her made him feel better. He loved the way she licked her lips after she ate, he loved the way that she read her favorite verses aloud, he loved the way that she laughed at herself when she nearly spilled her coffee, and he loved the way that she helped him forget about the constant stress that was now heavily present in his life.
When Peter finally snapped the photo, she was laying on her side, one hand wound into her silky hair to keep it out of her eyes, and the other hand holding her poetry book open. Her eyes were focused on comprehending the poems on each page, but she wore a soft smile on her lips that made it clear that she wasn’t scrutinizing anything too intensely. The girl was merely enjoying her free period in the sun and Peter longed to do the same.
Since then, Peter looked for her in almost every hallway, in every classroom window, and everyday at lunch. They’d spoken a handful of times, seeing as they were in the same history class, but other than class discussions, Peter hadn’t mustered up the nerve to say hello outside of an intellectual, in-class debate.
One day, she was late to history and when she’d walked into the room, she found that her normal seat next to the window had been taken, so she headed towards the first empty desk she saw. Peter, already occupying one of the seats, nearly suffered a heart attack when she placed her binder next to his and offered him a quiet “good morning.”
It had taken Peter a few seconds to force his brain to form a response to her and then to get his mouth to open and say the words that his brain was attempting to communicate back to her. When he stuttered out, “hey, yeah, good morning,” she didn’t tease him for his weirdness, instead she smiled at him and Peter could’ve melted onto the floor right then and there.
During that day’s lecture, their teacher was detailing women’s struggles throughout the years to gain the 19th amendment, which won women of all colors, and social standings the right to vote. She scribbled down notes and nodded in agreement with the teacher as she spoke of Ida B. Well’s, Lucy Burns’ and Alice Paul’s courageous actions in the suffrage movement. It was only after Flash Thompson opened his mouth that Peter observed a frown cross over her features.
“Why didn’t they just keep doing what Florence Kelley advised? If they had followed her directions, they wouldn’t have gotten radical and thrown into prison. Florence Kelley was meeting with President Woodrow Wilson, and he explained to her why he couldn’t grant women suffrage right then, but he said he would going forward. The National Women’s Party didn’t know what they were doing, and furthermore, they set the women’s rights movement back with their crazy antics.” Flash finished, folding his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
Glancing over at the girl in the chair next to him, Peter knew that not only was Flash painfully incorrect and uneducated, but she was clearly getting ready to put Flash back into his place.
“Wow, that’s actually so, so, so wrong.” She started, turning slightly in her chair to face Flash, “if Florence Kelley had kept asking President Wilson to recognize women as intelligent, reasonable beings capable of making a decisive decision, it’s unlikely that the 19th amendment would’ve been passed in 1920. The only reason women were granted suffrage is because of The National Woman’s Party. These women marched, were beaten in the streets, picketed in front of the White House, and were thrown into jail for the good of women everywhere. President Wilson only granted women the right to suffrage after women were dying in prison due to the hunger strike Alice Paul began. Not to mention, while these women were imprisoned, they were denied basic human rights and the entire reason they were in locked away in jail was because they were blocking traffic on the sidewalk. It took drastic measures to humanize women in men’s eyes and without the heroic antics of these women, who knows where women would stand today. I mean, a woman’s right to her own body is something that could be taken away at any moment, and women are constantly battling the image that men have imposed upon us. Therefore, your opinion is invalid because you apparently cannot grasp the severity of the situation, past and present.”
Peter, as well as the rest of the class, was stunned into silence. Normally, she didn’t partake in class discussions because she was shy, but now that she had, everyone in the room was shocked by the intellect that she had just destroyed Flash with. Peter wanted nothing more than to hear her speak all day, and maybe to introduce her to Aunt May.
Peter could barely focus as Michelle began to back her up. Leaning closer to the wonderfully insightful girl next to him, Peter let her know just how clever he found her. “That was amazing, everything you said was perfect and spot-on. That was the greatest thing that I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait for you do it again.” Peter congratulated the girl.
“You don’t think it was too much?” She asked worriedly, biting her lip and fiddling with the pencil in her hands.
Peter shook his head, his eyes wide, “No, no! Absolutely not! You would’ve made Alice Paul very proud.”
Placing a hand atop of his, she thanked him with a smile. “You’re the best, Peter,” she said before turning her focus back to their teacher.
After that, she had joined Peter on Flash’s hit-list, so Peter should’ve known better than to try and relax with his locker wide open. Peter was knocked out of his daydream of going home to her and simply curling up around her to sleep by Flash’s grabby hand, first shoving him out of the way, and then stealing his photo of her.
As Flash rushed down the hall, Peter struggled after him, both boys trying to beat each other to where she stood deep in conversation with Michelle about the numerous male authors whose most famous novels were stolen works from their wives.
“Flash, don’t” Peter shouted, as he tried to ignore the shooting pain traveling up his body.
“Too late, Penis Parker,” Flash called as he weaved gracefully inbetween students to get to their target.
“Oh my gosh,” Michelle muttered, rolling her eyes as she nodded her head towards the two boys heading their way. “Losers.”
“His lip is bleeding,” She said, concern lacing into her tone. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“Your boyfriend is fine, probably tripped over a lego or something on his way to the bathroom and banged his head into the wall on his way down.” Michelle tried to reason with her friend. She’d detected that her friend and Peter had the biggest of crushes on one another way before either one of them had, and she had made it her mission to mock them every chance she got.
Flash was the first to reach the two girls, holding up the photo of her that Peter had taken of her reading outside. “Parker, Penis.” He wheezed, “Penis Parker took this picture of you and had it taped up behind his textbooks in his locker.” Bending over to soothe the splint in his side, Flash handed the photo to the confused girl in front of him.
As Peter came to a stop in front of her and Michelle, he groaned and threw his hands up into the air, uttering a barely audible, “fuck.”
When the girls saw Peter up close, they found that Peter was barely recognizable due to all of the bruises masking his pale skin. Quickly handing the photo to Michelle, the girl surged forward, lightly grabbing onto Peter’s sweater to steady him. “Peter, what happened to you? You’re hurt,” she questioned, growing a little more distraught as she studied him face to face.
“The picture, I’m sorry, I know it’s so creepy. I didn’t mean to be a weirdo and I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I swear that I’m not stalking you.” Peter mumbled, trying unsuccessfully to keep his lip from bleeding.
“Peter, I don’t care about the photo. What happened to you? Oh no, your lip is bleeding,” She rambled, steering Peter towards the bench nearest to them. “Sit,” she instructed, digging through her backpack for a tissue to dab Peter’s cut with.
“You’re seriously not going to say anything about the picture he clearly took of you?” Flash whined, refusing to accept defeat.
Michelle raised her eyebrows, “No, I think it’s disturbing too. You’re not alone in that, Flash.”
“Do you need ice?” She asked Peter, guiding Peter to look up so she could inspect his face for any further damage. “You need ice, Michelle, could you please go get him ice? Flash, could you please go away?” She asked, looking at the pair over her shoulder.
Flash was nearly beside himself, “it’s weird! You have to acknowledge that it’s weird that he not only took a photo of you without your knowledge, but that he has it pinned up like you are his girlfriend or something? Really not going to say anything about that?”
“For all you know,” she said, turning to face Flash as she did that day in class, “Peter could very well be my boyfriend!”
Peter’s jaw dropped so far that she had to readjust his head to keep the tissue on his open wound. Gently prying her helping hand from his lip, “wait, really?” Peter asked. “You’d be my girlfriend after all this?”
“This is disgusting,” Michelle interjected. Handing Peter’s photo back to him, she grabbed Flash by the collar of his polo shirt and dragged him down the hallway. “We’ll be back with ice and some band-aids.”
She and Peter could hear Flash’s discontented grumbles as he followed Michelle down to the nurse’s office to retrieve some medical aid for Peter.
“Are you really not freaked out?” Peter asked, staring up at her with big, brown, puppy-dog eyes.
Sighing, she moved to stand in between Peter’s legs to inspect how much further his lip had split. “If you keep talking, the cut is never going to heal. This,” she gestured to Peter’s clearly damaged frame, “freaks me out more than anything. What’s happening to you? If I can help you, please let me. I care about you and I hate that you’re hurt.” She pouted.
She was so close that Peter could smell all the floral notes in her perfume, and if he wanted to, he could hug himself close to her and never let go. “I can’t tell you what’s happening, but if I stop, things will get worse. Not just for me, but for everyone. I’m trying to help.”
Running a hand through his hair, she shook her head. “Then let me help you. If you’re helping everyone, you deserve to have someone help you, and I want you to let me be that person, Peter.”
Pinching the palm of his hand, Peter spotted Flash and Michelle returning with ice, ointment and bandages in hand, and he knew that he had to be quick. “It would really help me if you went out to dinner with me. Just being with you would help me. That’s why I took the picture of you. Every day that I felt like I was drowning, I would look at you, well the picture of you, and it would help me to breath again.”
“Pick me up on Saturday. I’ll be ready at 7:30,” she agreed, much to not only Peter’s, but Flash’s surprise.
“Come on!” Flash hissed, “how is it that Parker gets a date with a hot girl after he hides in the bushes and takes secret pictures of her? What the hell is going on right now? Do I live in the twilight zone?”
“For fucks sake, Flash.” Michelle muttered, turning to him with squared shoulders, “she clearly knew that he was taking the photos of her. Who would smile while reading ‘The Flowers of Evil?’ And beyond that, she’s liked him for months and he’s liked her for months. All you’ve really done is finally bring them closer together. Congratulations Flash, your plan has officially backfired.”
Flash groaned throughout the rest of the day and Michelle planned on teasing him for the rest of the school year. The girl’s cheeks were flushed pink until she went to sleep, and Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even though it only made the split in his lip worse.
Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!
A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again
To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.
Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.
His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.
Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.
“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”
“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”
“Yeah, good idea.”
Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.
He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.
He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.
Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.
Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.
Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.
But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.
Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.
Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.
But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.
Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.
Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.
Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.
Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.
Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.
“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.
Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.
“Where are we headed?”
“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”
It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”
Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.
The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.
“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”
The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.
“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”
Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.
After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.
Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.
Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.
Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.
“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”
“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”
Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.
Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.
Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.
His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.
You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.
“Do I look bad or something?”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“
A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.
Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.
The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.
—The Next Morning—
You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.
You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.
His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.
You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.
A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.
"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.
His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.
“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”
Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.
He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.
“I can do you one better.”
Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.
The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.
Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.
peter is crying as yondu frames his face with his hands, realising that the father he’d always wanted had been there all this time, blue and mean, but always there
rocket had alerted kraglin already what he’d given to yondu to save peter and their ship was ready and scanning for them to emerge from the planet. they got there in time, just in time
after yondu and peter had caught their breath, peter punches yondu in the gut for the stunt he just tried to pull. yondu, still wheezing, says, “ah, come off it boy. I was trying to do something good for once in my stupid life.” peter is still shaking, confronted with the near loss of the only good father figure he has in his life and continues yelling at him anyway.
yondu realises what he had said to peter when he thought he was going to die and he and peter stare awkwardly at each other before yondu pats peter gingerly on the shoulder and gets up to head to the cockpit to check on his ship
kraglin hugs him embarrassedly when he sees him, before sniffing loudly and walking away. rocket tells him he can’t believe that he has to deal with his emotional ass again
peter follows yondu around the ship the next five days, fidgeting and making random small talk until yondu snaps and goes, “boy I’m here, I’m alive, I swear to god!”
the next time peter and rocket argue over who’s the better pilot, yondu stands behind peter, crosses his arms and glares at rocket. “i taught quill everything he knows about flying,” he says with a straight face and a small crease of his eyebrows. rocket falls silent and peter takes over with a small smirk
yondu doesn’t know about mantis’ power and doesn’t protest when she touches him, until she starts expounding on how much she loves and protects peter to a bemused group of guardians. the tables are turned when she touches peter, looks at yondu and bursts into tears. peter yells.
Request: Could you write an imagine where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is dating Peter Parker and something happens between them, either like assuming the other one cheated and idk one or the other is hurt and idk i wonder what the situation would end up being like? Thank you!
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For a couple of weeks now, Y/N has noticed how her boyfriend, Peter, has been getting closer and closer to her best friend Liz. He used to always eat lunch with Y/N and sit next to her in classes. Now, he’s doing that with the perfect Liz Allen. Sometimes, the young girl thought that Peter was dating her for her last name. Stark. Y/N wasn’t jealous of her friend, just envious of the attention she was getting from Peter. Y/N wanted to get closer to her boyfriend again, and she didn’t know what to do.
One day when she went over to Peter’s house, he was being awfully distant. Y/N knew about his alter ego Spider-Man because his relationship with her dad. She knew that was part of the reason why he was bailing on dates but, he would always try to make time with Y/N at least three times a week. That all changed the day he started hanging out with Liz more. The couple only hang out once a week now. So, while she sat on his bed, all she could think about was how he was most likely cheating on her.
“Peter?” She asked quietly. He was on his phone, by his desk, barely paying attention to the girl who was breaking inside. “Hm?” He muttered, smiling at his phone. He tapped the screen lightly to, what Y/N could gather, text someone back.
“Who are you texting?” She asked softly again, looking down at her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Peter stuttered, “It’s n-no one.” He put his phone down to give his girlfriend his full undivided attention.
“We need to talk Peter.” She forced out, looking him in the eye. “Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” He chuckled at his own statement.
“I mean about us Peter!” Y/N said, angrier than before. This surprised Peter. She was never normally…. angry. Y/N exhaled, trying to keep her cool.
“W-What about us?” He stuttered, “I thought we were doing fine.”
“You’ve been ditching me Peter but, not to protect the city. To hang out with my best friend. And don’t try to deny it cause I see pictures of you guys on her Snapchat all the time.” She sniffled. Peter sighed, “Y/N,” he said shaking his head slightly, standing up to go sit next to her. Before he could complete his statement, she interrupted, “Are you cheating on me with Liz?” She asked.
He shook his head yet again, grabbing her face with both of his hands, turning her towards his. “No, it’s…..it’s not like that.” Y/N got out of his grasp by standing up. Tears started to escape her eyes.
“Then what’s it like Peter?” She demanded, crossing his arms. Peter sat there on his bed, trying to think of an answer. “It’s just,” he couldn’t continue. He didn’t know what to say.
“It’s just what?” Y/N questioned, getting loud again. Peter looked at his hands.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N.” He couldn’t tell her his plan. Not yet. She’ll forgive me though, he thought. She scoffed, uncrossing her arms to grab her stuff. Before she left his bedroom, she turned to look at him. “You know what Peter,” she scoffed, “Liz is all your’s now.” she spat, slamming his bedroom door.
Y/N scurried towards the front door of the apartment. May was sitting on the couch, watching the girl leave. She smiled sadly, “Bye May,” she opened the door but stopped at the sound of his voice. “Y/N,” He said from across the room with a sad look on his face. “Goodbye, Peter.” She slammed the door not looking back.
School the next day was awful for both Peter and Y/N. Peter had no girlfriend to constantly boast about and Y/N had no one to kiss or greet by her locker in the morning. At lunch, Y/N sat with Liz, not saying anything to her with her friends not speaking as well. Liz broke the silence, “I heard you and Peter broke up.“She said sympathetically. Y/N scoffed, “Let me guess, he told you? Did he tell you why?” Liz nodded her head, “He isn’t cheating on you Y/N.” She said looking at the girl honestly.
“Well obviously he isn’t cause we aren’t together, which means he can date anyone he wants. Including you.” Y/N said, grabbing her lunch and moving to sit somewhere away from Liz, and away from Peter. He saw Y/N stand up, angrily and move away from her best friend. This was all his fault.
Later that day, when Peter arrived at the Avengers tower, Tony was furious. Tony walked with Peter into his lab, grabbing the boy by the color of his shirt viciously. “I’ll give you ten seconds to explain why you cheated on my little girl.” He said with venom lacing his voice.
“That’s not what happened, Mr. Stark. I swear.” Peter expressed with a worried tone.. Tony let go of his collar glaring at him. “Then why has Y/N been crying her eyes out?”
Peter rubbed his face with his hands wanting all of this to just blow over. He hated the fact that it was HIS fault as to why the love of his life wasn’t smiling. “Liz was helping me with something…” Peter trailed off, making the genius confused. “Is that a euphemism for sex or something?” Tony grimaced.
“No! No, oh god no. Nothing like that.” Peter said in shock and slight disgust. “What was it then?” Tony crossed his arms, just like Y/N did last night.
Peter sighed, “Liz is Y/N’s best friend so I went to her for advice.”
“For what?” Tony asked, less agitated at the young superhero standing in front of him. Peter looked at his shoes while bouncing on his feet. “I needed help for asking your daughter to Homecoming, so I thought, who knows her better than she knows herself and I thought Liz. That’s all we were doing Mr. Stark.” He said sadly, realizing that all the help he was getting didn’t matter because he wasn’t with his girl anymore.
Tony was still confused, “Couldn’t you have Googled ideas?” He asked,knowing now that it was all a misunderstanding between the juvenile lovers. Peter shook his head.
“It’s not that easy Mr. Stark. I thought maybe Y/N wanted a subtle way to be asked to the dance. But what if she wanted something completely extraordinary. That’s why I went to Liz. But I wasn’t with her constantly. I was with her handful of lunch periods, and we went to Starbucks to talk about it once. Only once.” He explained. Dropping his backpack on the floor.
“How do you plan on asking her?” Tony questioned walking around his lab.
“We’re not together anymore…..” Peter said as if Tony wasn’t listening to the conversation, following the man around the lab. Tony turned around to face Peter. “I don’t care, You were good for her. And I don’t want her dating some idiot. Now, how are you going to ask her?” He questioned Peter yet again.Peter had a big smile on his face, ready to tell him.
That night, there was a knock on Y/N’s window. It wasn’t too late at night, but she knew exactly who it was. “Go away.” She said, loud enough for him to hear her through the window. He tapped on the glass again, “Go away!” She said slightly louder. The tapping continued much to her dismay. Y/N groaned and got up off of her bed to open the window.
She looked through the glass to see Peter Parker, or Spider-Man, hanging upside down on a web, holding a huge teddy bear and roses in one hand with a poster in the other that said, “It would be unBEARable to go to Homecoming without you” in red letters. Y/N froze, looking at him with wide eyes. He flipped over and let go of the webbing.
She opened the window, helping the boy through it and into her room. “Peter, what the hell? We aren’t a thing anymore, remember?” She said a bit agitated. Peter put the poster down, grabbing his mask off of his face, shaking his head to fix his hair. “I swear that I didn’t cheat on you with Liz, alright? She was just helping me with ideas to ask you to Homecoming.” Peter admitted, wanting her to know the truth. Y/N had a more understanding look in her eyes.
“Then why were you bailing on all of our dates?” She asked.
“Crime rates have gone up in New York, despite everyone’s effort to stop it. Trust me, I wanted to go on those dates with you, it’s just- someone needs to be there for the city after the whole hero versus hero thing.” He rushed. “Please, you have to believe me.” He said sadly.
Y/N ran to him, wrapping her arms around him. Peter let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m such an asshole,” the girl in his arms mumbled against his shoulder, “I should’ve listened to you. I’m so sorry.” Peter rubbed one hand on her back reassuringly holding his gifts for her in the other. “There’s no need to apologize. I would’ve done the same thing though.” He stated honestly. The two pulled away from each other.
Peter moved to pick up the poster to show her again. He had a cheesy grin on his face as he held everything. “Will you go to homecoming with me?” He asked. Y/N nodded her head, “Of course I will.”
Peter went to hand her the teddy bear and the roses. “You know what you should name him?“ Peter asked rhetorically. “What?” She asked with a smile on her face, smelling the flowers.
“Spider-Man.” He said with a smirk on his face, “So that I’m always with you.” Y/N chuckled, examining the bear. “I think it suits him.” She mimicked his smirk, leaning in to kiss the real Spider-Man
Summary: I don’t even know what to say for this one. It’s just another cute on of how you and Peter get together.
A/N: This was just a small cute thing that I started writing because I was bored and turned into this. It might be a bit rushed I don’t know.
“I’m not stupid, Y/N.” Wanda said as you tried not to listen to her. “It’s obvious.”
“It’s not that obvious.” You said in defence.
“I’m surprised that Peter is the only one who hasn’t noticed.”
“What the whole team knows?!” You said louder than necessary.
“Probably.” Wanda said poker faced but then she smirked slightly. You groaned and pulled a cushion from the sofa in front of your face.
You thought that you would be able to supress your feelings towards Tony’s newest addition to the team, but Peter was always there making you blush for no reason whenever he was in the room.
And clearly everyone had noticed.
“He won’t like me back.” You stated still behind the cushion.
You heard Wanda scoff and then laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Really? I thought it was a rather practical way to think in this situation.” You threw the cushion back onto the sofa.
“Okay so Peter hasn’t straight out told me he likes you, but I’d put money on the fact that he does.”
Little did you know, Peter had actually (under pressure) confessed his feelings towards you to Clint and Wanda about an hour earlier. And as you and Wanda were talking, Clint and Peter were having a similar conversation in the room next door.
“You’d be losing your money then.”
“I doubt it.”
“Are you just trying to make me feel better?”
“Y/N, no. I brought it up because I thought it was about time you got off your ass and did something!” Wanda had a serious expression on her face now. “It’s excruciating watching you both just hover around each other.”
You sighed in defeat. You had to admit that you really wanted to start going out with Peter so you had to do something.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Wait about 10 seconds.”
Wanda smirked and looked towards one of the doors that lead out of the room.
You turned and followed her gaze, and right on cue who decides to open the door? Peter Parker.
You look back at Wanda who is looking over you to Peter with a rather smug expression on her face. You were convinced she’d planned this - which, evidently, she had.
“Peter?” Wanda said innocently.
“Uh… can I talk to Y/N for a second please?”
“Of course.” Wanda said still smiling as she gave you a small push.
“Okay!” You whisper shouted impatiently to Wanda.
You smiled weakly at Peter as you crossed the room to him. Just as you were about to go out of the door you looked back at Wanda who gave you a double thumbs up. You just rolled your eyes at her.
You stopped just outside the door and leant back against the wall facing Peter.
“So, what’s up?”
“Well I… um… have something to say to you.” Peter said. He had put his hands in his pockets.
“So do I, but you can go first.” You said quickly.
“No you go first!”
“No seriously it’s fine.”
“Okay…” Peter paused and took a step closer to you. “I like you Y/N.”
You bit your lip to suppress a smile. You were surprised - but more happy than surprised.
“Really like you.”
“Have Wanda spoken to you about this?” You had no idea why you wanted to ask that but it just sort of came out.
“No.” Peter looked taken back by that.
“Right, ignore that.”
A silence fell between you.
“That’s good because I like you too.” You said as confidently as you could. You took a step closer to Peter.
“Really?” Peter was defiantly shocked.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
Peter didn’t say anything as you grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him towards you. Your back hit the wall so you were pressed between Peter’s body and the wall.
“Kiss me, you idiot.” You said at almost a whisper.
Peter cracked a smile and touched his lips to yours. Falling head first into this, you deepened this kiss and wrapped your arms round Peter’s neck.
Suddenly, Tony’s voice sounded through the Compounds intercom.
“Parker, I don’t care what you are doing, drop it. Suit up.”
Peter groaned and pulled out of the kiss. Your foreheads just rested together.
“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.
“So, did you ask her yet?”
Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”
Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”
Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”
Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”
Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”
“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”
Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”
Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”
“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”
“Uh, just now!”
“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”
Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.
“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot. A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”
“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”
Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”
Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”
“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”
Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”
[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”
Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.
Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”
“So.” He repeated under his breath.
Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”
Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”
Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”
Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.
Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”
Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”
“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.
[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”
Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.
Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”
Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”
“What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”
Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.
As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”
Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”
summary: can the reader knowing Peter is Spiderman and begging him to let her try on the suit. He agrees and she gets stuck somehow and is like PETER HELP ME IM STUCK STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT
warnings: a sprinkling of swearing?
you and peter sat in his bedroom watching the princess bride. He was staring at the screen absentmindedly. You looked across at him laying next to you on the bed. You suddenly sat up, jolting him from his daydream.
“Peter” you said, crossing your legs and poking him.
“Yes” he answered turning to his side to face you.
“I think I should try on the spider suit” you smiled. Peter rolled his eyes and flipped back to his original position.
“We’ve talked about this, your gonna mess it up” peter whines flicking your shoulder. “Pete please” you whispered bending over and kissing his cheek repeatedly. He laughed “god I don’t know what I’m going to do with you- but yes fine” peter relented. You jumped up and squealed, pulling peter up with you. He grinned and went over to his closet and pulled out his suit. You clapped your hands in wild delight. Peter brought the suit with him as he sat on the edge of his bed. “Okay, you need to put this on really carefully and make sure you don’t touch much of it and don’t activate anything.” He sighed and looked at you alight with happiness. Before he could start another warning you grabbed the suit and rushed to the bathroom to put it on.
Putting it on was a struggle to say the least. It was super baggy at first but then you pressed that middle thingy and it was immediately your size. You looked in the mirror and struck a few mildly amusing poses. Once you were satisfied with your excellence you flung open the door, needlessly dramatic. You stood there and let peter take in all your glory.
Peter started laughing instantly. “What?” You cried out striking a pose “do I not look glorious, breathtaking or even fantastically amazing” you shouted in disbelief. He was cracking up “your- your- a hahahah” he cackled. You rolled your eyes and kicked him “well at least help me take this off it’s really sticky. ” you groaned, starting to feel self conscious with peters curly hair shaking so hard because of his chuckling. peter eventually stopped laughing and smiled “sure thang spider girl” you stuck out your tongue at him and tried to pull of the boot. It was really tight fitting and refused to be removed. You groaned and lifted you leg for peter to try. He snorted and sat on the bed holding your left calf. “Okay, I’ll pull and you’ll try to slide out of it. ” he smiled and took his position. You stepped back into yours. “Okay on three- one…..two…….three” you exclaimed. Peter promptly pulled and you tried to twist your foot out. However you lost your footing and ended up falling front face onto his carpet. Peter shouted and began to hysterically laugh. He doubled over in the bed his legs flailing ridiculously in the air. You moaned and glared at him while rolling over from your now bruised face. “PETER HELP ME IM STUCK, STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT” he literally slipped off the bed and clutched his stomach “I CANT BREATHE!” He shouted in between breathless cackles. “PETER FOR FUCKS SAKE IM GOING TO MURDER YOU” he slowly started to regain his sense of self and crawled over to you laying on the floor, mid tantrum. He mosied on over and collapsed next you. You crossed your arms and sat up cross legged. He gradually straightened up and put his head against yours “I’m sorry” he whispered and kissed you. You let him and sank into it. Then you felt him start to smile against your lips. Then he started laughing again. “I just- I keep remembering it” he howled. “PETER!”
Headcanon that Kraglin and Peter actually keep up the habit of collecting little cute trinkets and arrange them on the control console for everyone to see. Whenever they dock on a planet, you can be sure that they bring back at least one new one.
The other Guardians, new and old ones, notice that, of course. A few, like Gamora and Rocket, can put two and two together and smile sadly. The others think it a bit weird, but no one dares to interrupt or ask, since both men seem so calm and peaceful when they place the trinkets there, smiling nostalgically at them.
It’s Groot who wants to add something on his own, since he feels that this is important, somehow. He finds the old Ravager badge he, uh, borrowed during the failed attempt at escaping, and places it next to the various trinkets. He doesn’t really understand why, but the crushing hug Peter gives him and the wobbly smile of Kraglin seem to indicate that they very much appreciate the gesture.
Gamora follows with a knife, the most beautiful carved one she owns. It should represent both sides of what she knows, good and bad, beautiful and ugly, and it’s pretty much the most honest thing she could have given. (“I think he would have understood that”, she tells Peter later, and gets a smile for it.)
Drax still doesn’t understand what’s going on, but since everyone is in it, he doesn’t want to be left out, and adds a ring that once belonged to his late wife. This, he thinks, is a good place for it to stay. Peter assures him that this is more than he had to give, but Drax waves it away and reminds him that she would have wanted that, too.
Mantis is a bit out of her depth - there are various feelings and emotions clashing and wavering through the air here, many of which seem to be the exact opposite of each other - but she gets help from Groot. She catches a few flowers and lights the little tree produces in a glass jar and puts it on the console, feeling that she did the right thing when Peter and Kraglin both beam at it once they see it there.
Rocket’s trinket is eyed suspiciously (“This better not be a bomb again, Rocket”) but he just snarls at all of them and shushes them. He has scraped together a few bits and pieces and molten them into something that looks like a tiny arrow, music notes carved into the sides of it. (“It’s actually not a bomb? I’m impressed.” - “Will you shut it, Quill.”)
The collection grows and grows, miss-matching trinkets and little cute things added slowly. Some break over time - a space ship is not the best place for such things - but are replaced with others.
Sometimes, Peter sits cross-legged in front of the console, Zune in and music turned loud, and nobody interrupts him in his silent remembering. Sometimes, Kraglin seeks comfort there when the training with the arrow doesn’t go as planned.
Sometimes, all of them just look at it, remember, and smile.