Hi!:) This Is Going To Be A Weird Ask, But Did You Read Shatter Me In German? I Found A Post U Made And

Hi!:) this is going to be a weird ask, but did you read Shatter Me in German? I found a post u made and u tagged it with kenji yamamoto. now in the english books i found that his name was kishimoto but in the german translation, they translated it as yamamoto, so im trying to figure out whats going on haha

Hi darling!

Sorry I did not in fact read shatter me in German, though I was a foreign languages student in highschool, like last year, I never got to the point where I could read more than what was in my textbook and have some conversations about the topics we studied.

It's not weird to ask at all! In fact that's my first ask and I'm so happy about it.

So to respond to the question, i remember making that post and it was 4 am here so I may have made a mistake as i was running on stress, a few cups (like 5-6) of coffee and no sleep 😶

I'm kinda rumbling at this point but yeah 😂. Sorry for the confusion...

Strike Three

Summary: Everybody makes mistakes. Your first mistake was telling your family that you were seeing someone when you were just as single as ever. Your second mistake was asking Pietro to fake a relationship to keep your family off your back. Well, maybe that wasn’t such a mistake.

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3,826

You didn’t have the best track record with relationships, you knew that. Even if you didn’t know, your family would have made damn sure to inform you. You knew they only fussed so much because they loved you, because they wanted the best for you. But they were such a headache sometimes.

You were going bonkers now. Your mother was becoming overbearing with her insistence that you needed to hurry up and settle down, and your sister was positive that she could handle the whole thing for you. She herself was engaged, so your mom agreed that she probably knew how to steer you back down the proper path.

And maybe it was the exhaustion of hearing them try to arrange a good relationship for you, or maybe the panic of listening to your sister talk about her new coworker (who was a very impressive man, don’t you know?), but for some reason, you went and said something so painfully stupid.

“I’ve been seeing someone.”

That was nearly a month ago, and your entire family was pestering you for more information. You felt bad avoiding their calls, but you were bluffing and you had barely gotten out of that conversation alive. Your sister was bringing her fiance to Christmas, so of course that meant you were expected to bring someone as well.

Avoiding conversations about your nonexistent boyfriend was growing difficult. You’d been holding out hope that you would find someone by the time the holidays rolled around, but no luck. A real boyfriend would have been ideal, but your frantic attempts at finding someone to play the part also yielded no success.

You had of course contemplated faking a breakup, but that would only further their idea that you couldn’t handle your own love life. You had dug a hole that you just couldn’t climb out of.

So with one week to your family’s Christmas gathering, you were sitting on your best friend’s bed with your head in your hands.

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Someone please help.

I was reading this fic about Pietro Maximoff and it was basically him and the reader broke up and y/n goes to their room at night and it's all angsty and at one point, one of them says "i don't know why I have to miss you instead of just having you" and it was just gorgeous ✨✨

So if you know this one, please help

heyy!! i love your writing!! can you do a one shot where peter loves giving y/n hickies and she’s at a pool party with the rest of the avengers? and she takes her bathing suit of and everyone starts teasing her about them ? while peter is just smirking about it ? thank you!!

trouble in paradise

w/c: 2.8k

warnings: lots of suggestiveness, swearing, and mentions of drinking

a/n: i was super into this and wrote way more than i planned to but i hope that’s cool :,) enjoy !

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“peter, we have to go,” you giggle out, cupping a hand over your boyfriend’s mouth. “everybody’s waiting for us... what if they get suspicious?” peter playfully nips at your fingers before intertwining them with his own. “don’t know, don’t care,” he mumbles and pecks a spot on your jaw.

his lips attach to your neck next, kissing slowly and lightly down your skin. each one tingles in the best way possible. he’s always so good at this, all movements thought out, done with care. he’s a little too good.

if you don’t leave now, you’ll spend the whole afternoon locked in peter’s room with him on top of you. not that that isn’t a dream come true, but you bought a cute bikini for your pool day with the team and want to make use of it.

it’s actually what inspired peter to pin you down and kiss every visible inch of your body. one look at you in the thing, and he was done for.

“by the way,” peter’s voice comes out raspy. the vibrations tickle you, making you bite back a smile. “yellow looks really nice on you, baby. you pull it off perfect.” his free hand sets on your exposed stomach, just above your hip. “yeah?” you gaze up at peter innocently. “i thought you’d like it.”

you’re in a yellow and white striped two piece that leaves little to the imagination. the bottoms are tied on either side, strings revealing more than they hide. the top plunges low and pushes up, which is the right combination to drive peter crazy.

although, you could’ve worn baggy swim trunks and had the same effect. he’s easy.

“you got this just for me?” peter smirks at the idea, peppering your neck in more kisses. “adorable, y/n.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “that’s it? adorable?” your leg winds around peter’s waist to draw him in closer. “i’m much more than adorable, and you know it.”

his hand leaves yours and moves to your thigh. he trails his fingers up and down your skin, the simple touch leaving goosebumps.

peter gives your thigh a small squeeze, his nose nudging the tip of yours. “prove it, then.” you’re positive he can feel your heart beating through the thin material of his nasa t-shirt. your worries about missing the pool day have long faded away.

you capture peter’s lips in a kiss that he instantly reciprocates. he grins into it, letting you take control. laughing breathlessly at his eagerness, you thread your fingers in his chocolate curls. you tug gently on them and tilt your head up to deepen the kiss. you continue playing with peter’s hair as you nibble on his lower lip.

god, it gets him going when you do that.

“hm, i love you,” peter sighs, both arms hooking around your middle. “love you so much, princess.” that earns a lighthearted eye roll from you. “i love you, pete. kinda ruining the mood, though.” he apologizes with a chuckle and a peck at your lips. “oops. i was doing so well, too.” beaming up at him, you stroke his curls in reassurance. “who said you stopped?”

peter takes that as his cue to indulge you in another kiss. he parts his swollen lips, your tongue running over his bottom one. you let out a hum when his tongue enters your mouth instead. arching your back so your body presses against his, you begin to guide his hands towards your hips.

much to your dismay, peter suddenly breaks the kiss.

you whine and pull at his locks to get his attention. “what are you-“ “shhhh,” peter cuts you off, lips latching onto your neck again. that makes you oblige. sucking with just the right amount of pressure on your skin, his nimble fingers hook in your bottoms.

“let me know if this is okay,” he prefaces, meeting your hooded eyes for permission to untie the strings. “yeah, pete. you’re… you’re good. do it.” you throw your head back on the pillow. you’re enjoying his marking of your neck, too caught up to consider the inevitable bruising.

there’s something about littering you in hickeys that peter can’t get enough of. maybe it’s the little noises he coaxes from you, or how you say his name. whatever it is, he’s obsessed. you’re both well aware of that.

peter makes his way down your body, his kisses doing the same, until he’s facing your chest. he licks his lips as he looks you over. you could melt under his gaze.

“you’re right, y/n. you aren’t just adorable,” he speaks softly. “you’re so beautiful. like, insanely beautiful.” you leave a kiss on the top of peter’s head in response, smiling when he resumes his own kissing. he goes farther this time, your breath hitching as he stops just above your cleavage. his thumb swipes across your inner thigh.

“pete, baby…” you cup his cheeks with your hands, impatient. “please. want you so bad.” peter glances up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his features. “i got you, princess. relax a bit.” he’s impossible. groaning, you push his shoulders. “i hate it when you tease.” he grabs your hips to steady you. “i’m not teasing… i’m taking my time. you deserve it.”

before you can complain, his lips land on your stomach. he peppers kisses down carefully and simultaneously starts to fiddle with your bikini. finally. you exhale a breath of relief, but he only undoes one string.

“you’re fucking kidding,” you grumble, peter frowning against you. “can i not just appreciate you for a while?” he rhetorically asks. he’s nearing where you need him most, so you hold your tongue. peter keeps you in place by your waist while his lips ghost on one of your hips. your body is on fire at this point, his breath cool on you.

“alright, you’ve waited long enough,” peter decides, shifting to untie your other bikini string. “what i’ve been saying,” you immediately agree.

when he finishes with your bottoms, he doesn’t take them off just yet. his fingertips brush along each of your sides as he peers up at you. chills break out all over your skin.

“peter benjamin parker, i swear to god-“ your words are replaced with a gasp, peter’s mouth now on your inner thigh. his teeth sink into you ever so slightly, lips curving into a smile at your whimpering. “what was that, y/l/n?” he kisses back up to your hip. “nothing… never mind,” you dismiss him. your eyes flutter closed.

“mhm, good girl,” peter murmurs, now marking up the soft skin below your waist. he grins to himself when your hands once again situate in his hair. “babe…” you pant, his tongue poking out to soothe a fresh hickey. “take them off, please.” your eyes are desperate as they lock with peter’s, spreading your legs out for him.

“what, these?” peter hums, dragging his fingers down your stomach. they slip inside either side of your bottoms. “shit, yes,” you affirm with a yank at his curls.

peter pauses for a moment, then moves off of you completely. he stays between your legs, another smirk painting his face.

“everyone’s waiting for us, remember?” he sarcastically reminds you. “kinda rude to leave them hanging.” you hoist yourself off peter’s bed in anger, shoving your discarded coverup shirt from earlier at his chest. “you fucking tease! i should’ve known you were gonna do this shit.”

peter swings his legs over the bed, wiping his lips that still hold a smirk. “aw… c’mere, baby,” he coos and pats his lap. “i’m not done yet. let me help you out for real.”

you consider the offer, eyes flitting between his skilled hands and inviting mouth. you’ve got nothing to lose, only gain.

“fine,” you pretend to be annoyed. peter opens his arms for you, which you easily crawl into. your legs are on either side of him as you grab onto his shoulders. you watch him in anticipation. he kisses your chin lovingly, his hands finding their place on your hips.

however, it’s not for the reason you’re expecting. peter ties up your bikini how you had it before, rubbing your thighs once he’s done.

technically, he did help you out.

“there. let’s hit the pool, hm?” he picks up your coverup from beside him and holds it out to you. you’re going to absolutely murder him later. “swim alone, parker,” you huff, snatching the oversized tee from him. his eyes widen. “hey, you were the one who-“ “swim alone!” you climb off his lap and toss your shirt over your head.

peter doesn’t want to push it, so he lets you head out of his room. you of course flip him off as you make your exit. he waits until you’re outside to join the rest of the team, shirtless with his shorts hanging dangerously low.

you’re splayed out on a lounge chair between wanda and natasha, applying sunscreen to your face. bruce and thor are having a splashing contest in the pool, tony is fixing drinks, and scott is searching for blow up toys. sam, bucky, and vision choose to observe everyone from a table under an umbrella.

you scowl at peter on the other side of the pool. he strikes up a conversation with sam and bucky, shooting you a wink that you scoff at.

“trouble in paradise?” natasha observes. she squints between you and peter over her sunglasses. “kind of.” you pat the sunscreen into your cheeks with a nod. “uh oh, what’d he do this time?” wanda knowingly chimes in. “it’s not what he did… it’s what he didn’t do,” you admit.

peter rakes a hand through his messy curls, looking over at you.

tease.

natasha lays back on her chair, unbothered. “you’re gonna have to elaborate on that, y/l/n.” wanda nudges your side. “we’ve all been there! men are nasty.” you simply shrug. that’s one way to put it. “what does that make vision?” natasha jokes, wanda confidently replying, “a synthezoid.” “whatever that is,” she mutters to you, taking the sunscreen bottle from your lap.

peter starts coming your way after receiving a pat on the back from bucky and a shoulder clap from sam. he sports a harmless smile now, waving at scott as he approaches you.

you reluctantly get up from the comfortable position you’re in. “i’ll be right back,” you inform nat and wanda, fixing your coverup as you stand. “take your time,” natasha muses. “put him in his place,” wanda suggests.

with their advice in mind, you meet peter in a shaded area away from the team. you fight back the urge to gulp when his chiseled abs come into view.

“you’re not actually mad at me, right?” peter checks, scratching the back of his neck. there’s your boy, shy as ever. the many sides of him never cease to amaze you. “i might be,” you coyly answer. “how come? did i hurt you or something?” he steps closer to you and hugs your waist.

you’d accuse him of playing dumb, but he’s genuinely oblivious.

you place your hands on either of his biceps, despite your frustration. “on the inside.” “meaning?” peter wonders. “i… i wanted you to…” you’re not sure how to phrase it. “make me feel good, you know?” he pouts at your confession. “i thought that’s what i was doing.”

“no, you were. what i meant was, i didn’t want you to stop,” you reiterate, fingers smoothing over his skin. “you did, though.” peter catches on, laughing quietly and pulling you into a proper hug. “mm, sorry ‘bout that.” he bends to kiss your forehead, your arms around his neck. “i’ll make it better, pretty girl. wanna join me for a shower later?”

“it’s a date,” you confirm, pecking peter’s lips. he wiggles his eyebrows. “how romantic.” you flick the side of his head with a giggle. “save it for later. right now, let’s swim.”

peter follows you by his hand you grab in yours, his eyes twinkling. he lets you lead him over to the pool. you take a detour to change at your lounge chair, his mouth literally watering at the thought of seeing you in your bikini once again.

when you pull your shirt off, his jaw drops. that’s a bit dramatic, since this isn’t a new sight for him.

“um, y/n?” peter looks you up and down, handing you your coverup back. “you should probably-“ “relax, princess,” you repeat his words from earlier. “we all know i’m yours. a bikini won’t change that.” peter merely chuckles. “it’s not that,” he attempts to explain. “you can wear whatever you want! but-“

“there’s no problem, then,” you correct him, throwing the oversized shirt on the chair. “come on, weirdo.”

reconnecting both your hands, you head over to the pool with peter walking next to you. wanda and natasha whisper about something as you go.

you pass bruce as he skips over to tony’s juice bar. he slows down to say hi to you and peter.

“when did you kids get here?” he questions, elbowing peter. “not too long ago,” peter wraps his arms around your middle from behind. “we were just gonna go for a swim, so bye!” you exchange a look with bruce. “i sincerely apologize for his behavior.”

bruce is about to engage in your banter, then he notices. he points from your neck to your chest. “y/n… you have a little something, um…” he clears his throat when he realizes what the something is. “everywhere.”

in pure confusion, you cock your head to the side. “what are you talking about? did i miss some sunscreen?” peter chews on his lip to hold back a grin. “i’ll let pete tell you,” bruce awkwardly smiles. “see you lovebirds around.”

he gets out of there, and fast.

peter rests his chin on your head, you poking his bare stomach. “seriously, what was he talking about?” you demand. he breathes out a laugh as you turn around to face him. “right. so, i might’ve given you a few-“

“y/n! underoos!” tony calls, strutting up to you and peter with two glasses in hand. they each have fruit slices and swirly straws. “be my guinea pigs, will you? brucey boy won’t try my concoctions until someone else does.” he nods back at bruce, thrusting the drinks into each of your hands.

“do we have a choice?” you ask tony, swishing around the icy blend. “oh, live a little,” tony responds and taps peter’s glass. “drink up, kiddos. feedback to be announced.”

peter sips the orange drink, you mixing it around before sampling. it’s not half bad.

“well?” tony gives two thumbs up. “what do we think?” peter licks some sugar off the edge of the glass. “woah. it’s kinda awesome, mr. stark,” he praises. you push your hair off your shoulder nonchalantly. “i like it. there’s a kick to it, though.” tony clicks his tongue. “ah, that’s tequila.”

both you and peter almost spit the concoction out. “oh my god, tony!” you shove the half-full glass back into tony’s hand. “we’re not allowed to drink yet!” “i can keep a secret,” tony promises, collecting peter’s cup nevertheless.

your skin showing catches tony’s attention at last.

“good god! parker, are you seeing this? what on earth happened?” tony gestures to you in shock. peter isn’t able to fight back a smirk this time. “don’t worry, mr. stark. she’s alright.” audibly gagging, tony makes the connection. “well… you did quite the number, didn’t you? bye-bye, now!”

he leaves even more abruptly than bruce did, which piques your concern.

“ok, peter,” you start in a warning tone. “what’d you do to me? this is getting weird.”

“peter and y/n sitting in a tree!” sam and bucky chant from their table. “k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” they spell out. visions shields his face, mortified to be associated with them. “first comes love!” sam yells. “then comes marriage!” bucky shouts after. the two of them join in together again. “then comes baby in the baby carriage!”

“ok… don’t freak out, babe,” peter traces his hands along your sides to calm you. “so, i sort of-“ “here, y/n,” wanda appears behind you with a compact mirror. she smiles sheepishly as you take it from her.

terrified for what you’re about to see, you aim the mirror so it shows your neck. your mouth falls agape. there’s a huge hickey off to the side and a couple of tiny ones near your collarbone. you can only imagine what your hips look like.

you slam the mirror shut and set your gaze on peter, who finds this too amusing for your liking. you’re about five seconds away from destroying him, and not in the way he hopes for. wanda taps him on the shoulder to alert him.

“you better run.”



Arranging Fate || Regulus Black

Character: Regulus Black

Word Count: 3k

Requested: Yes, by @innernutbeard​

Summary: After your parents arrange your marriage with Regulus Black, you slowly find yourself falling for the boy who does everything to drive you crazy.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendos

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif, credit to the person who did

A/N: This was requested by @innernutbeard​! I loved the prompt and it was so fun to write <3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE JUST FINE :)

You briskly walked into the Great Hall, heart pounding. Clutched tightly in your hand was the crisp letter from your mother stating the arrangement she had made with Walburga Black. You and her youngest son Regulus were to be married after you graduated from Hogwarts in two years. 

You could barely wrap your head around the idea, sure you had always found him attractive, but now you were supposed to marry him. Did he even like you, much less want to get married to you?

Regulus sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, once more rereading the letter his mother had sent him, the letter that said he was to be married to Y/N L/N, the shy pretty girl he had known since first year. Her wealthy noble pureblood family was the exact type of people Walburga would want her good son to marry, providing the Blacks with more connections within the Wizarding World. 

Regulus had never seen you as more than just a fellow classmate until now, and as he watched you nervously step into the Great Hall, he found himself wondering how you felt about the news.

You quickly walked towards the Slytherin table to sit with your housemates. You shyly looked up at Regulus, then glanced back down at the floor. He had been staring at you since you walked in. You looked up again, then back down, trying to hide your glances but knowing he saw each one as his eyes hadn’t moved from your face.

You took a seat at the end of the table, several yards away from Regulus, unsure how to broach the subject with him yet. Regulus seemed to have other ideas though, as he picked up his plate of ham and eggs and walked down the stretch of benches.

You quickly looked down at your empty plate and grabbed a piece of toast. With a slight clatter, another plate, this one full of food, dropped down next to you. You didn’t need to look up to know who’s it was.

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4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

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to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

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you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.