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Awww this was too cute!!!!

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peter parker x reader

summary: you and peter make a bet before spending seven minutes in a closet before new year hits, and he ends up telling you what he feels

word count: 3,117

warnings: another enemies to lovers, peter being a huge dick, mentions of gross alcohol, fluff and slight angst

a/n: nothing. i just really really liked this :)

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“Fuck Peter Parker.”

MJ looked at you, eyes widening at your vulgarity. “Fuck him? Or… fuck him?”

You glared at her. “You know what I mean.”

She scoffed, lips turning into a frivolous smile. “Trust me, I don’t. You could mean – fuck Peter Parker, he’s a douchebag – or – I would like to fuck Peter Parker.”

You rubbed your temples, closing your eyes. You were already having a headache from the absolutely blinding lights, and MJ’s question made your head hurt even more. “Michelle, I hate him. I despise him.”

“Do you really hate him? Or do you just hate him because you’re afraid of how much you love him?”

With your jaw slacking the slightest, you scoffed in offense. “I don’t love him! And if I did, it wouldn’t be love, it would probably be infatuation.”

“So you admit it! You like him!”

“I said ‘if I did’,”

“Same thing.”

“No- no it isn’t!”

She’d caught you off guard. MJ smirked, placing the cup back between her lips.

You never liked Peter Parker. You didn’t know what it was that just ticked you off – that struck your nerves. Maybe it was because he did nothing but strut down the hallways with that smug look on his face knowing he was the smartest, or that he dated the hottest girls or that everyone appreciated who he was.

You didn’t know when you started hating him because you felt that way for years. But you knew why you hated him.

You hated him and that was it. Your new normal.

MJ disappeared, excused herself and got inside the bathroom beside her. You didn’t know what to do next, so your legs mindlessly brought you to the crowded kitchen, grabbing another slice of pizza.

“Is it just me or something smells rotten?”

His voice, like a deceitful man, rang around your ears. You felt like you were about to explode, the blood inside you boiling as he appeared beside you like a Devil in disguise. Rolling your eyes, you sucked your cheeks in before giving him a forced smile.

“Ah, so you are a dog. Smelling things from afar and whatnot.”

“Do you ever shower? Or is that just the grease from the kitchen I smell?”

“Did it ever occur to you that the grease you’re smelling is from your shirt?”

“What grease?”

Your fingers, previously holding your pizza, dragged itself on the side of his shirt. Peter yelped, eyes widening when you touched him. You smiled when you spotted the imprint of your fingers that he was now wiping with a towel. “Thanks for the tissue.”

Still rubbing the spot, he sneered at you. “You’re disgusting.”

“Learned from the best.”

“Who? The blonde senior you slept with? Or the guy with the mullet who sells beer at the store near campus?”

Your eyes widened, but not in offense (if you were being honest, you would be offended if it were MJ or any other friend, but it was kind of shocking when Peter said it). “How’d you know about that mullet guy?”

“I have my ways,” he shrugged, taking a sip from the cup in his hand. “Honestly, don’t you have to look for something interesting to do?”

“Oh, like being Spider-Man is interesting?” You raised a brow, taking a bite from your pizza despite losing your appetite the second he came. “You’re a new type of stupid.”

His head tilted sideways, placing his elbow on the kitchen counter to look at you. Peter smiled, with a hint of nervosity, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He contemplated on saying that no, being Spider-Man is fun. But he remembered that he was still denying the truth to you, and he wasn’t about to prove you right. “For the last time, sweetheart, I’m not Spider-Man.”

You chewed on your pizza, looking at him. “You wanna bet?”

Peter continued to stare into your eyes, like it didn’t spend half of his life burning him alive. But he didn’t care – he liked the burn. He liked anything your eyes gave him, threw at him, said to him. If it meant getting your attention, he’d endure that imaginative fire scalding his skin.

“Sure,” he whispered, finger dragging along the skin of your neck, pushing the hair away. “If you have me saying a secret of mine by midnight, I’ll tell you the truth and everything that comes with it.”

You raised your eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

He smiled. “I get to kiss you.”

Your mouth parted.

You wondered if the iceberg you created between the two of you had melted from the heat of the fire your eyes lit on his body; if it melted and created a puddle beneath you so you’d blunder in your thoughts.

Peter Parker wanted to kiss you.

No, he doesn’t. He’s a cocky bitch with an ego as big as his ears.

Peter Parker created a game in his masquerade; He was so foolishly cynical in himself that he’d end up unmasking in his own play. He knew that, and you might have known that too but at that moment you didn’t, because all you could think about was the brevity of your breath the second you imagined his lips on yours during your demise.

You wanted to back down, maybe even tell him he can go fuck himself. But you weren’t like that – you wanted to fight a war he’d most definitely lose in. So that he’d be the one looking up at you, calling you his queen, and you'd be lost in your own pious ataraxis.

It was a quintessentially monarchical thought, but why not.

“Deal.”

Literally just made a deal with the devil. Kind of fucking nervous.

You offered your hand for him to shake, but instead he placed his soft lips on the skin of your knuckles, remaining eye-contact. “Can’t wait to kiss you, pretty girl.”

Peter smirked when your small smile disappeared. You fought the urge to place both your hands on his face and slam his head on the counter, breaking his nose. Instead, you gathered up the courage to smile again, tilting your head.

“And I can’t wait to tell everyone that you’re Spider-Man,” maybe you were drunk, maybe you weren’t, but you didn’t mean that. You knew that if he were ever to tell you that he was Spider-Man, you wouldn’t tell anyone. But you enjoyed seeing him get anxious and feel the sweat in his hands knowing you caught him off guard.

You pat his cheek before walking away.

-

“Flash, I’m not your mom. Stop begging me for attention.”

Peter almost laughed when he heard you say that, but his eyes narrowed at your failed attempt to shove Flash’s arm off your shoulders. “That was mean,” Flash said, pouting. “Just join us, (y/n)!”

The drink in his hand was stagnant now. Peter grimaced at the bland taste, throwing the substance into the sink. But he didn’t know which grossed him more: his drink that he was sure had a hotdog thrown into before he took it, or that Flash was weirdly holding you in his arms, pulling you into the living room, and that you were letting him touch you like that.

“Dude,” Ned hissed in his ear for the third time, narrowing his eyes. “The longer you stare at them, the more you’re being obvious.”

Peter frowned, standing straighter. He wanted to be oblivious (“what do you mean obvious ?”) but he figured Ned would have just told him what he didn’t want to hear at the moment. “S-sorry.”

“C’mon man, just talk to her.” Ned pushed his shoulder. “There’s no harm in telling her the truth. Well, the Spider-Man one, maybe. But that you like her? What’s the worst that could come?”

“Rejection?”

“…right…”

He shook his head. He didn’t know why he made that bet in the first place. Peter was in the spur of the moment; he wasn’t thinking straight, and he blamed it on the alcohol. But who was he kidding? He wasn’t even at least half dunk.

He blamed it on you. Not because you probably knew that he was Spider-Man, but because you had the most exquisite and alluring eyes he’s ever seen that he felt like he had just gotten hypnotized into making the bet – a bet he knew he’d renounce his heart in.

Peter sometimes didn’t enjoy what your eyes did to him. Whether it was roasting him alive, or making him helpless in the knees; your eyes always made him anxious, and quite often, had him making stupid decisions. But he liked it when you looked at him, regardless of what your eyes currently signified.

He liked it so much that he couldn’t help but stare directly into your eyes that were glaring at him from across the room drunkenly. It tore his concentration away from Flash, who still stood beside you.

“Hey,” Ned nudged him. “They’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in the living room. Come on.”

He dragged his arm before Peter could protest. He sat opposite from you, cautiously eyeing the bottle in the middle of the carpet as people gathered around him.

11:52

Peter could feel his skin sweat from the watch wrapped around his wrist. Flash sat beside you, hand on the bottle.

“This game is for middle schoolers,” he heard you mutter underneath your breath. Flash frowned, fingers playing with the glass.

“Didn’t you suggest this?” he said softly, looking at you.

“What? No, Cindy suggested it.”

“Then why’d you agree with her?”

“Because – just spin the fucking bottle and let’s get this over with.”

He shrugged, followed by a wry chuckle as his wrist twisted and the bottle spun. Peter didn’t know why, but his senses heightened in anticipation, watching as the glass spun unevenly against the carpet.

When it slowed and landed on him, his eyes immediately darted to yours.

You weren’t looking at him.

“Parker!” Flash bellowed. “Get in the fucking closet!”

Peter’s eyes widened, moving backwards. “What? Why? I don’t want to go in there.”

He stood up nonetheless. Peter didn't know why, but he felt himself blush when Flash had grabbed your arm and hauled you up for you to stand, pushing you towards the closet.

“Hey, what the fuck?” you hissed, rubbing your shoulder as you glared at Flash. “I do not consent-”

“Blah blah,” he cut you off. “You suggested the game, you go in first.”

“But- Cindy suggested it!”

Cindy looked at Flash in faux-innocence, shrugging. “No, I didn’t. You did. Right, Flash?”

You gasped, tugging on your arm but no matter how much you tugged, Flash kept his grip on you. “Stop gaslighting me!”

Peter was roughly forced into the closet. He didn’t know why he let himself be pushed like that. He could have effortlessly opposed back, but maybe the idea of you being stuck with him in a small expanse made his body unexpectedly go limp and he decided not to fight back.

You fought back, however. Something about being stuck in a room with the person you loathed the most made you want to hurl, albeit it was a way for you to have an opportunity to win the bet. You knew you had him encased around your finger; you’ve seen the way he looks at you and you knew what your stare does to him. It made you feel emphatic, no doubt, and you knew you could easily make him fold but you just couldn’t stand being in a small room with him.

It had gotten to a point where Flash had to wrap his arms around you and carry you inside while Peter stood watching like a fucking idiot.

Flash closed the door, and neither of you heard the sound of the lock snapping.

You glared at Peter. It became a habit - glaring at him. And even though he enjoyed your murderous gaze, it almost always caught him off-guard. “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m honored,” he leaned closer, bending slightly so his eyes met yours directly, “to be fucking hated by you.”

11:53 was on Peter’s watch, signifying that you’ve only been with him for a minute. It felt ironic, really, that he was with you six minutes before New Year inside a closet - it felt ironic because you’re supposed to spend it with your family but instead here he was, in a closet with you.

He felt his chest compress when he recognised how tight both of you were. The tips of your shoes abutted, and he could feel the faint touch of your chest against his. You were both so close but Peter felt as if you were far away from him - incapable for him to touch; to sense.

Peter frowned when you shifted uncomfortably and pushed yourself off the wall, not even caring that your forehead now touched the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes warily darted on each corner of the room, and he could sense how your heart beat rose each look you took.

“Are you alright?” he asked genuinely. “Are you claustrophobic?”

You looked at him, the glare in your eyes softened the slightest as you leaned backward. “No. I’m Peter phobic.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s a made up word, dumbass.”

“All words are made up, dumbass ,” you mocked. “God, you’re such a fucking know-it-all.”

“And you’re so fucking infuriating!” he hissed, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Why can’t you just be fucking nice even for seven-fucking-minutes?! Being mean to me the entire fucking time isn’t going to make time faster.”

Your eyes narrowed, jutting your chin upwards. “How can I not be mean if you’re being pretentious?”

Peter scoffed, arms flinging. “What do you mean pretentious ?!”

Despite the thickness of his shirt, it pricked his skin when your nail dug on his chest. “You act like you’re such an angel when in reality you’re a pretentious, purposely self-effacing person. Not to mention the fact that you’re annoyingly meretricious and I can’t see why people praise you for being a smartass without even them knowing who you really are,” you took a step closer. “I may sound like I’m jealous, or I’m a bitch, but I don’t care. You’re a liar, Peter Parker.”

Your remarks didn’t hurt, but the look on your face did - you looked like you were on the cusp of crying, seeming like you genuinely hated him for being himself. It appeared as if you hated him because he was selfless and he didn’t know why. “Why do you hate me for it, then?”

“Because I envy how you can be so selfless and I can’t,” you whispered. “We’ve gone through the same shit and somehow people praise you for being a better person than I am.”

11:55

He took a deep breath for your pause. “(y/n), did it ever occur to you that you don’t actually know me?”

“And did it ever occur to you that I know you’re an asshole?” you snapped. “I hate you because you were mean to me and I was the only person to actually see you for who you were. And yet I was still seen as the bad guy-”

“Just,” he put a hand over your mouth to shut you up, and you let him, your arms going up to tightly grasp his forearm. “Let me explain, please?”

He didn’t wait for you to nod your head nor shake it to respond to him. Peter slowly removed his hand over your mouth, settling them faintly against your waist. “I-I wasn’t nice to you because I was afraid.”

If it was possible, Peter could feel you relax but tense at the same time. “Afraid of what?” you whispered, your eyes darting from his right eye to his left. “Afraid of me?”

“What- no! I- I was afraid of how much I’d be attached to you.” he replied. “I was afraid because everyone that was important to me died and I didn’t want you to be one of them.”

“What do you mean…?”

“You’re an angel,” he whispered, the sides of his fingers lightly brushing the hair out of your face, lingering there for a bit. “You’re an angel and it’s hard not to fall for you. And I know that if I let you too much into my life, you’d end up hurt and I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”

11:57

Somehow, you ended up with your hands on his chest, blinking rapidly. “Half of my life, I spent it hating you.”

“Then hate me,” he grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. “Hate me for the rest of your life, and I’ll love you for the rest of mine.”

You looked up. A moratorium on your heart, you repeated his words in your head like a mantra-like a poetry you ought to remember. You were an indecisive person, stuck between hating and loving Peter Parker.

But hating him was easier - it was your own special way of loving him.

11:59

It was now 30 seconds before the new year and you spent the past minute staring into his deceitful eyes that scanned your lips repeatedly.

You could feel his heart beating against the palm of your hand. Something about it felt calming, feeling it beat simultaneously as yours. The benign rhythm proposed at the exceptional moment. They relied on each other to create the most exquisitely dynamic scenery one ought to bestow upon; the sound was inevitably pleasant to the ears that it felt like a composition of operatic music.

His heart beat relied on yours, so he could keep loving you for as long as he lived.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, leaning closer. Nose bumping yours and lips touching at the faintest.

“But I won,” you said with a small smile. Peter’s hand gripped the one on top of his heart, his other cupping your soft cheek. “You told me a secret.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Peter replied, tracing your jawline. “I want to kiss you for the rest of my life, and I want you to hate me for it.”

You nodded. “Oh, I’ll totally hate you for it.”

When Peter heard the clamorous sound of the fireworks demolishing outside, he felt the fireworks inside him ignite too as he placed his lips against yours in a swift motion, lips moving at each explosion. He told himself that it didn’t matter how much you hated him, or how much you wanted to physically hurt him. He’d keep loving you despite what you do to him.

You broke his heart a million times.

And still, he kissed you while the world fell.

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"Vitamin Peter B Parker." 💖💖 I loved this 😂😂😂

pretty girl

synopsis: peter finds his way into your home and does something out of character, but it makes your heart soar.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

taglist: @sp1deys @inu1gf @stanmixtapes @wilczachannn @peterparkertheloml ( send an ask to be added! )

warnings: mildly injured peter parker, she/her pronouns used, LOTSA fluff!!!

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y/n’s eyes widened, hearing the sound of someone shuffling around on the fire escape beside the window in her room. she stared at the window, trying to rationalise with herself. it wasn’t uncommon for peter to pay her visits late at night after he did his patrol, claiming something about having to know if ‘his favourite person was tucked in nicely’, despite y/n claiming she could tuck herself in perfectly fine, ‘nope! nothin’ beats the old peter parker burrito blanket special!’ he would say in return.

the window started to slide open, y/n’s nerves easing as she saw the red and blue suit slowly roll through the window and dropping to the ground with a thud.

“peter what the fuck! i said be quiet when you do this!” y/n scolded him, keeping her voice quiet, but the tone harsh. obviously, she wasn’t actually mad at peter, but he was both risking her parents catching him and finding out he is spiderman.

“sorry,” he giggled getting up on his feet, a goofy grin on his face.

“hey, hey, c’mere..” y/n’s face softened, noticing a cut on his face, right across his cheekbone. she sat up and peter sat right in front of her, still smiling, “what happened?”

her hands went up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently, “i’m okay, just some drunk guy with a knife is all, you should’ve seen him, he was like swish fshh woosh, but then i was like fwip sheew pow.”

“i’m sure you were great out there, bug boy,” y/n laughed, walking over to her dresser and searching for the clothes he left there. once, she found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she threw them behind her.

“ow.”

y/n turned around to look at peter with the items of clothing over his head, “you can dodge bullets, but not clothes?”

“it’s- it’s complicated..” he smiled, removing the clothes from his face and standing up to get changed. his hand pressed down on the spider symbol branded on the chest of his suit and at an instant the suit fell down his body and he was left in his boxers.

“really? you wear your face on your boxers?” y/n raised an eyebrow at him.

“technically the mask isn’t my face.” peter covered his boxers with his t-shirt, his face red from embarrassment.

“i think it’s cute, maybe i can get a matching pair,” y/n chuckled grabbing a wet wipe from her dresser to clean up his face, waiting for him to get dressed. peter smiled to himself as he got changed, the idea of his girlfriend wearing merch of him making him all giddy inside.

“finally… bed time,” peter sighed, letting himself fall back onto the bed, smiling at y/n.

“did you hit your head why are you looking at me like that?” y/n smiled, laughing a little bit at his facial expression. he looked like a little puppy staring at his best friend in the world.

“missed you a lot, pretty girl.”

y/n’s eyes widened and she froze, just staring at peter, “are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”

peter just frowned dramatically at her, reaching his arms out and acting like if she didn’t join him in bed in the next three seconds he would just combust into flames. y/n rolled her eyes and got into bed with him, making sure to clean his face off before they cuddled. she held his face gently and as carefully as she could, she cleaned the dried blood off his face and cleaned the cut. even though she knew it would be gone in the morning, it was still hard to see the man she was so in love with getting hurt night after night.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

there it was again. that nickname. it sent butterflies straight to her stomach.

“oh, the usual - y’know, my very adorable boyfriend but his side hustle as bug man always getting him hurt,” y/n chuckled, throwing the wet wipe away and quickly planting a kiss on peter’s cheek, just under the cut to make sure that she didn’t hurt him.

“c’mere,” he mumbled grabbing y/n by the waist and pulling her on top of him. she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

“there’s my pretty girl.”

it wasn’t that peter didn’t compliment y/n - oh, he did. a lot. but nicknames was something he never did, he wanted to of course, but he was just awkward and it never felt natural to him. but boy did it make y/n’s heart soar to hear the nickname ‘pretty girl’ coming from him.

“what’s with the nickname?” y/n laughed softly.

“what? you don’t like it?” he raised an eyebrow, he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable at all.

“no, no, i like it. i really like it,” y/n admitted, feeling slightly flustered, “i’ve just never heard you call me that.”

peter smiled, pulling her closer to him, “i just want you to know how pretty you are… you are so pretty.”

y/n knew he was sleepy, he usually got very sappy and sweet at bedtime, “and you, peter parker, are even prettier.”

he scrunched up his nose as she kissed his chin and laughed quietly, “i don’t think so, you can’t say that when i have the prettiest girl in new york in my arms.”

“just in new york?” y/n teased.

“in the world- no! in the universe!”

“you are so cute,” y/n chuckled, hiding her face in his chest.

“i love you, y/n… so much,” he sighed, his hands moving up from her waist to her back, “i am deeply in love with you, sometimes it’s distracting, but that’s good, because while i’m out spidermaning i have my pretty girl here waiting for me all pretty in her pyjamas.”

“you’re such a sap, i love you peter.”

“the avengers banned me from talking about you, said i can’t talk about you unless they meet you,” he laughed.

“they want to meet me?” y/n’s eyes widened.

“who wouldn’t want to meet you?” peter smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at how widely he was smiling.

“maybe one day, but right now you better sleep, i’m lacking vitamin b.”

“what?”

“vitamin peter b parker.”

“that was awful, y/n.”

“at least i’m pretty, right?”

"Darling " "love." Peter.....your Tom is showing 😂

Under the waves

Pairing - Peter Parker x Mermaid Reader

Summary - You are a mermaid trying to fit into a normal life, bumping into Peter and having to go to a new school is tough but you make it through.

Warnings - none other than slight swearing

A/N - This was requested by @oyasumimosura hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, Thank you for all your love and Support to my blog. I really appreciate all your interactions 🥰

Word count -

Life is an open book, an particular fairy tale might become across as fake to most people. However, there is always truth behind them even, if it’s only a little bit of pixie dust over the Horizon. 

To show our true colours and have meaning in life is a living, walking dream. To some people, they don’t take any notice of these kind of adventures. And to others, they live by the fantasy of becoming more than what humans call Mermaids.

You being a normal, teenage girl living, enjoying life with friends. Even thou, there is school and hard work to be achieved at such a young age. You felt something missing, a connection that was beyond out of the human’s eyes reach to see.

Landing yourself on an island that your necklace with a blue, glowing crystal is sending you. Your confused as what you might come across, being you trust your necklace. It has some strange powers, being able to protect you from danger.

Walking across the sand you come to a jungle, down a little slide way to a cave. There you slide down, ending up to a pool of calm water. You had an urge to dip your whole body in, as you did moonlight rises over you.

you look up to the moon shining above your head, looking around to see bubbles starting to pop. You appear to turn into something much more, magical than magic.

“Oh my god, this is awesome but frightening,” you gasped, as everything around you is now silent. Your necklace now stops glowing, your now wondering how to go back out.

Since that day you are a mermaid but not your typical one. You touch water to become the beautiful creature, when dry you turn back human. No one knows except for you, you try to live a normal life working through school and friends.

🧋

Peter Parker, an awkward, cute, clumsy boy who is making his way through life just like you with a secret.

On the busy streets of Queens he bumps into making you drop your books.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you,” Peter rushed to pick up your belongings. Quickly standing to see your mesmerising face.

“It’s honestly, fine. At lest it wasn’t water,” you joked sarcastically, “um, thanks,…”

“Peter, Peter Parker,” Peter smiles, handing back your books.

“Thanks, Peter. I’m Y/N,” You smile back at his adorable thin lips.

“I gotta go, I don’t want to be late for class um, bye Peter,” you chuckle nervously, waving.

“Bye, Y/N,” Peter waved back, walking in a total different direction.

🧋

Everyone whispering in between the hallways as they walk, Peter walks up to his friends Ned and Mj.

“Hey, guys. What is everyone talking about?” Peter questioned as he put his books into his locker.

“Haven’t you heard?” Ned shocked, “There is a new girl, just started,”

“What really? Wow,” Peter gulps, wondering at who this new girl is.

“Yh, heard that she pretty cool and collected,” Mj nods, “it would be nice if she joined,”

Ned and Peter looked at this each other, “wait, wait,” they turn around to her.

“Your telling me, miss anti-social actually,” Peter starts, “Wants to get to know someone,” Ned finishes astonished.

“No that’s totally not what I said,” Mj shakes her head, sometimes really need another girl to make it equal with these bone brain guys.

There is always Betty but she mostly with other people after Liz left.

“Put brain cells in your head before you come to school,” Mj bluntly mumbled, walking to class.

Peter and Ned shrugs, walking to class with her.

🧋

Peter sits down in physics, loving this lesson because he’s always into science. Hence why he goes to Mid-town high school, he got brains and skills to show off.

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any better he sees a pretty girl, not just a girl. You, he recognises from earlier. Peter starts to overthink getting lost in his mind that he didn’t even see you sit down next to him.

“Hey,” You smile, tapping on his shoulder, you tilt your head to the side.

Peter turns his head, “Oh, hey,” smiling, “so your the new girl? I bumped into you,”

“Yh, it’s a pretty cool school,” you laugh, melody to Peter’s hyper sensed ears. “Do not stress, your too adorable. Anyway wanna be friends Pretty boy,” you smile, feeling confident infront of him.

You made Peter flustered, pretty oblivious at your actions. Just trying to be friendly to the cute boy, who you won’t admit liking.

“Yes,” Peter smiled back as the class starts.

The class boring to others as usual but Peter found it interesting, he made his web fluid in this class along side chemistry. 

At the end of the class, you and Peter get paired up for the Home work. Your excited just as Peter to spend even more time together, even though only knowing each other just a few hours.

🧋

After some other classes, it’s finally lunch. Walking up to the cafe, you wasn’t really sure where to sit but Peter waved at you to come closer.

“Hi,” you sit down smiling, “it’s nice to meet you, I’m guessing your Peters friends. I’m Y/N,”

“Hey, this is Ned and Mj,” Peter speaks, getting cut off.

“Oh hey,” Ned smiles, bumping Mj’s arms to get her to look up.

“Hi, sorry I was staring into my soul.” Mj looks blankly at you.

“That’s ok, I guess you like the black Dalion like the murder?” You chuckle, Peter takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Yh, uh how do you know?” Mj looking at you intrigued, Ned shrugging at Peter.

“I can tell by your face, it’s not hard to know,” you laugh, “You like observing people, I’m the same,”

Turning back to Peter, you eat your food. Mj just nodding, kinda smiling at how she likes you.

You and Peter start chatting along with Mj and Ned. You become really good friends over the past few weeks at school.

🧋

“Oh, hey,” Peter looks up from his locker door, he getting his books into his bag.

“What are you doing tonight?” You nervously, question fiddling with your jumper.

“I am,” Peter thinks, closing the lock door with him looking into your eyes. He has lost all his words, seeing your beauty makes his mind go blank.

“Hello, Peter. Are you there?” You wave your hand in front of his face, giving a really confused look at why he all of sudden started to day dream.

“Oh, yes, um.” Peter looks around, tiptoeing up and down on his feet. He holding his bag with one hand tightly, over his shoulder.

“What are you doing tonight? I asked,” You say, licking your lips.

“Yh, Im studying. Do you want to join?” Peter blushes, smiling at you.

“Yh, I’m down for that, I need to study physics,” You see Mj and Ned walk up, “I’ll catch you later, I’m going to go to class.”

You wave, Peter nods saying, “Bye,” as you rush down the hall still nervous to talk to people.

Peter closes his locked, putting his head against it closing his eyes. Frustrated at his feelings for you are all over the place, it’s a huge mess.

“Hey, what stick went up your ass,” Mj tight smiles at Peter, dripping with sarcasm, “But honestly, what’s wrong?”

“You haven’t been yourself lately, Man. We just want check up on you before class,” Ned explained tapping on his should.

Peter turns around, seeing Ned and Mj.

“I’m good guys, nothing to worry about. I’m gonna go to Spanish?” Peter walks backwards pointing his thumb behind him, doing an awkward run to the door.

“But, we don’t have Spanish on Tue…” Ned sighs, “And he is gone,”

“No, shit. I don’t see him anywhere,” Mj turning around to look all directions, “We should head to class,” she walks, Ned following her.

🧋

Peter rushes out of class to go home, all he thinking about is you. Studying with you, maybe even more..

You and Peter only been friends for around 6 months but it feels longer than that.

He might even ask you to come for a movie night sometime, that would be cool.

“Oh Honey, Peter,” May heard his bedroom close, deciding to ask when he comes out.

Peter changes into some joggers and a hoodie, “what do you want for dinner,” May asked, curiously.

“Uh, I don’t know and um you know my friend, Y/N right?” Peter told May,

“Oh, yes that sweet girl, who you think is cute,” She smiles, going into the kitchen.

“Well, she is coming over,” Peter goes into the kitchen, smiling.

“That’s lovely dear, would she like to stay for dinner?” May starts to take out pots and pans.

“I would of thought, so?” Peter rushes to the door as he heard a knock.

“Hi, would you want to stop for dinner?” Peter grinned, as you walk inside.

“Hi sure,” You greet May then go to his room placing your bag down, Peter’s room has a bunk bed with a single at the top and a double underneath.

Peter and you settle down in his room, having lots of notes spread out to study.

“I really suck at physics,” you pout as Peter explained it again, “I still don’t get it,” You laugh.

“You will,” Peter reassured you, taking your hand rubbing it. You feel sparks fly up your arm, you smile at the contact.

There is a cup of water right near you, you being oblivious of your secret right now because all your attention is on Peter. 

Peter leans over to grab it but shortly spills it on you, you gasp, panicking having no where to run because the bathroom is outside.

You really want to get up but there wouldn’t be any point, it could be worse. May could see what you really are. It’s Peter, how bad can it be?

“Oh my god, Peter,” You gasp again, flapping your arms out mouth wide open.

“I’m so sorry, Are you ok?” Peter asks, “Your ok, love. It’s only a bit of water.” He reassures you softly stroking your head, giving you sympathy eyes. 

“It’s not that,” You gulp, dreading thoughts as you transform into a floppy mermaid. Your eyes widen, as Peter try’s to take it all in.

Peter runs to the door to lock it, he breathing heavy with you freaking out a bit.

“What?” Peter flaps his arms, “How is this even possible?” His eyes widen as he whispers to you.

“Are you even real?” He waves his arms out to you, he sits next to you try to calm down.

“Peter, it’s ok. Try to breath sweetheart,” You shift your tail, taking his hand and stroking his strands just as he did you.

Peter looks up into your gorgeous eyes, his breathing going back to calm in and out breaths. He thinks about his secret, how you must feel the same way. Having no one know is really hard!

Peter closes his eyes as he leans into your chest with only a shell bra on. He wraps his strong, tone arms around your waist because you give him so much comfort and Warmth.

Your shocked at how he only freaked out a little bit, didn’t even run out of the door. Peter instead came closer to you, better yet cuddling into you.

“Are you ok? Now Petey,” You whisper, gently stroking his forehead.

“Mm,” he nods, “Are you?”

“Yes,” You kiss his forehead, feeling blessed.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me and you can do that again,” Peter smiles, looking up with a dazed face.

You now transformed back to human because your dry, no water on you.

“Peter Parker your something different,” you laugh stating, kissing his forehead again. He smiles at your loving gesture.

“Maybe because I am,” He whispers, teasing you right into your ear. Knowing full well he is definitely a different breed, now because of that radioactive spider.

“Show me,” You tease back, Curious at what Peter could be hiding.

“Do you really want to know,” Peter smirks, teasing back again.

“Oh, my Peter! I’m a fucking mermaid, what could you possibly be that is worse?” You hushed him, shaking your head laughing.

“But honestly, please show me,” You say bringing him back down with you. Looking him into his eyes, seeing his warm, brown eyes melt into yours was a blessing.

You take your chances and kiss him right on the lips as he kind of lays on top of you. Peter is taken back by the kiss but quickly deepens it, pulling you up to sit with him.

You pull apart breathless, blinking still gazed at your actions towards one another.

“I, I like you, Y/N and, and if you don’t like me that’s fine..” Peter rambled on, only you cutting him off again with a another kiss to shut him up.

“Pete, please stop stressing, you too blessed! And I do like you back, otherwise I wouldn’t of kissed you first sweetheart,” You breathed out, having your arms around his neck.

Peter’s arms slip around your waist, through this intense moment you both break a smile. Softening up the moment, You kiss passionately as both of your hands are all over the other.

Only stopping your make out session with

“Dinner, Peter and Y/N,” May half shouts since thin walls and all.

You look up blushing, Peter pulling you up kissing your cheek.

“Do You want to be my girlfriend?” Peter sweetly, asked biting his lip.

“Yes, boyfriend,” You kisses his cheek as you walk out the door to dinner.

“Ok, girlfriend,” Peter whispers more to himself, following you.

Peter’s secret long forgotten through out the chaos but not for long. Not that Peter didn’t want to tell you, especially since he was the reason you revealed yours.

Peter loves you just the way you are, Mermaid or not! He will be Supporting and protecting you every step of the way.

🧋

Bonus scene… You finding out Peter’s Secret after dinner.

Being 9pm and you had to be back by 10:30 at the latest, you had about an hour to spend more with Peter.

You still haven’t forgot about earlier, before dinner when Peter said something about his own secret.

You rush into his room to hide under his covers, giggling as you feel his arms tickling you.

“Stop,” you laugh, turning, “I can’t take it.”

Peter stops, to climb in with you until..

“Wait, Pete,” You say, standing up taking his hand looking directly at him in his eyes. 

“Yes, Darling,” You blush at the pet name, Peter taking your hand into his, “what is it?”

“Um, what is your secret?” You smile, curious.

“My secret,” Peter scratched the back of neck, looking the other way.

You must admit it is embarrassing showing someone something to someone, even if they are close.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t even have to show or tell me. I’m not going to pressure you, just because my secret accidentally came out, ok?” You Comfort him, rubbing his hands.

“No, no it’s ok. I want you to know Darling, it’s not just because I know your secret but it is only fair! I want you to know because it is apart of me like yours,” Peter smiles, hugging you.

You smile feeling his body heat engulf you, brining butterflies up to your tummy. If feels like your flying into the sky, it is such a truly amazing feeling to feel inside you.

“Ok, I’m ready. Just try not to freak out,” Peter nervously, gives you a grin.

You nod understanding he has compassion and confidence in himself, which is good!

“I’m spider-man,” Peter whispers, breathing out slowly as you hear.

“Oh ok,” your eyes widen, “That is great,” you smile, proud of him.

“I can do many cool tricks too, I’ll show you,” He sticks to the ceiling, crawling along it.

“Woah, that is Fabulous,” You giggle, “That isn’t all, sweet pea,” Peter winks at you.

“I can shoot webs from this web fluid that I made in class, these web shooters I have on my wrist projects it,” Peter shows you the movement as a web sticks to the wall.

“Um,” Peter thinking, “Oh also I have this cool sixth sense, it’s called spidery sense I can sense danger, emotions that are high,” Peter explains trying to be clear.

“So a Peter tingle?” You laugh, Peter groans.

“What?” You ask curiously, petting his head.

“Nothing, just that my aunt May calls it that too!” Peter chuckles, “I sometime love it but then don’t,”

“Oh, your aunt knows?”

“Yh, um Ned knows too! He’s a guy in the chair, which is cool. Mj knows because things lead to one another and she kinda figured it out,” Peter awkwardly, smiled at that memory. 

“Makes sense, you guys are really close friends.” You smile back.

“I have my senses hyped up, for example my hearing. I can hear further away, my smell stronger. You get the thing of it,”

“Well, thank you for telling me,” You smile pulling him for another hug.

“Your welcome, I guess our secrets both came out together.” Peter chuckles, “Yes,” you say.

You can tell him more about yourself being a mermaid with your power and special necklace next time.

Instead of telling, you decide to leave that for another adventurous day. Adoring each other as You and Peter cuddle a whole lot more into each other’s embrace.

Everything comes out from the under the waves eventually, from Secrets to feelings to even more secrets!!! 

Peter ends up swinging you home like a good boyfriend because it’s far too late for you to walk. 

Tucked under your bed, Peter doing the same as he gets home. You both think of the other as you drift off to sleep, peacefully.

Until it’s dreading another day of school, when you wake up!





OMG yes part 2!!!!!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

Arranged Marriage | T.H

Pairings: Mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Summary: reader who is the daughter to the most notorious mob boss in London is forced to marry mob boss Tom

A/N: part 2?? Let me know!

Standing in front of the large full length mirror, you glance at yourself in the reflection while your mother hurried around you, arranging the long train of your long dress and tightening the straps on your shoulders. A veil was perched on top of your curls, a golden tiara encrusted with white diamonds kept it pinned into place. Your mother stole a quick glance at your face in the mirror, and instantly stopped fussing over you to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she began, sympathy evident in her tone as she watched a single tear slide down your cheek. “You know your father wouldn’t of arranged this marriage if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.” Grabbing a tissue from the dresser, she gently dabbed at your tear stained face, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“How is signing your only daughter over to a mobster without her knowledge the right thing to do, mum?” That heartbreaking question was the first time you spoke all morning since the night before, when your father announced the news for your marriage to Tom Holland to be finalised immediately. Your family have been at odds with his family for generations dating back to the 1800’s, your father would always say that no amount of money offered could settle the bad blood your family had shared with ‘that pack of heathens’, as he liked to call them. For no cost could ever be agreed upon for the trust and respect that goes into doing business with such people. Until one afternoon, when an offer proposed by a frail, dying Don Holland presented itself by a telegram message written from his deathbed as he settled the last of his affairs. That offer being you.

“I wasn’t entirely supportive of the arrangement too, but as you know dear, your father is not one to negotiate such matters with. I think it would be good for all as time goes on.” Your mother said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance. Although this plan didn’t lie in the hands of your mother, you did feel some resentment for both parents. “It’ll be good for his business, not for his daughter.” you sighed as you turned to walk away from your mother to sit on the end of your bed. “I always dreamed of marrying someone I loved…” You thought to yourself as your mind drifted off to the thought of Harrison, the handsome young butler who has been the reason for your bed remaining vacant and unoccupied as of late, for lonely nights alone had lead you into the comforting arms of the blue eyed lad, who resided in a single bed dormitory located at the third wing of the mansion where your grandfather had an old wine cellar renovated into servant quarters many years ago.

“You haven’t even met Thomas yet. I heard he is a real gentleman, and very charming.” Your mother replied, casting a playful wink at you as she started to adjust the tiara in your hair. You rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away from you as you stood up. It wasn’t until you smoothed your sweaty palms over your lace dress that you had noticed the hundreds and thousands of tiny pearls woven into the details of the dress. The designer was a mystery to you as your mother had it flown from Paris early this morning, but nether the less, it was gorgeous.

A light tap on your bedroom door awoke you from your daze. Walking across your bedroom, you opened the heavy door where your father’s assistant stood on the other side, a small delicate white box held in his hand immediately gaining your attention.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” the assistant who’s name you can never remember said. “I have a delivery from Mr Holland.” Confused, you hastily grasped the box from the man and carried it to your large four poster bed, eagerly pulling and untangling the fine pink silk ribbon that adorned the otherwise boring, plain white box. Your mother hurried to your side as you lifted the lid, curiosity getting the better of you both as you were both stunned by what was inside. A gorgeous diamond necklace, like nothing you had seen before was sitting before you. Reflecting the light of the room from the many stones that coated it glimmered from each and every angle. A note was tucked in behind it that read:

“For my beautiful bride. With love, T.H”

AMAZING!!!! 💖💖

peter overhearing his crush fangirling over spiderman saving her and decides to go visit her with the suit on often just so see her happy the next day

"y/n, are you crushing on spider-man?"

"what?" you laugh.

peter's ears perk up at the sound of his hero name. you briefly make eye contact with peter at the next lunch table as if your bodies are synced, and for some reason, his big brown eyes give you butterflies. you’ve never looked at peter parker this way, at least not since the fifth grade, so you quickly flutter your lids back towards your best friend.

“i saw spider-man fanfiction on one of your open tabs!”

“i wasn’t reading that for real, mj and i were reciting it to each other last night!” you blush.

“yeah, okay,” your friend teases, nudging you on the side as the bell rings. you flash peter a quick smile on your way out and peter’s heart skips a beat.

“dude, did you hear that? y/n has a crush on spider-man,” peter nudges ned.

“probably every teenage girl does, peter,” ned replies, giving him a lopsided grin. 

“should- should i make a move?”

“how are you gonna do that?”

“you’ll see.”

later the next day, peter sees you alone at one of the vendors near central park, a local florist. you have some tulips in hand with the other petting a stray cat nuzzling your feet. peter feels like an absolute creep watching you from the building across the street, but he’s trying to plan his movements right so he “coincidentally” bumps into you. any reason to talk to you as spider-man. the more he psychs himself up for the interaction, the more nervous he gets. he didn’t really flesh out a plan at all.

“hey! spidey! do a flip!” peter’s eyes dilate when he realizes that people down on the street have sought him out. the yells from teenage boys on the sidewalk catch your attention until you’re looking up to the building as well. 

“uh--” peter backflips off the building, bracing his landing by attaching a web to a nearby street lamp but missing slightly, shooting his webs farther than intended. he’s able to gain his footing back on the pavement even though the cars rushing by at the green light honk at him. nearly stumbling into an oncoming taxi, he ends up by the florist rather quickly while a dog that gets off its leash jumps up to greet him.

“oh, jesus-- hi, buddy! OOF--” he gets a hold of the dog’s leash but doesn’t anticipate the furry friend to take off at the speed of light, leaving peter to trip and fall flat on his face.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you wince in concern, crouching down to give spider-man a hand.

“yeah, yep. that was actually... my, um, grand entrance. i’ll be here all week, new york!” peter replies in a chipper tone. he’s grateful you can’t see the roseate blush on his cheeks right now.

“yeah, you sure stuck that landing. ever thought of being a stunt actor?” you joke, heat rising to your cheeks just like his when his hand is in yours.

“ha ha, very funny. um, i’m usually much more graceful than that, by the way.”

“we all have off days,” you smile, shrugging. 

“pretty flowers for a pretty girl,” peter compliments. “um, i mean, like they kind of match your outfit which is also really pretty. not that it wouldn’t be if you got different flowers--”

“thanks,” you beam. “they’re for my mom, it’s her birthday today.”

“wow. that’s super nice. i’m sure she’ll love it.”

“hey, spider-man, what else do you think is a good gift for a fifty-two year-old woman?”

“well, my aunt m-- mallory, she’s into, um,” peter swallows what feels like an entire rock in his throat. “art... and books...?”

“yeah, i think i’ll stop at one of those kitschy gift shops on the way home. she actually, um, really likes spider-man. would you mind recording a little video for me? you don’t have to, of course--”

“yes! i mean, yeah, it’s no trouble!” peter is trying very hard to not seem eager, but he knows he’s failing. his embarrassment dissipates when he sees the smile on your face, however. “what’s her name?”

“sarah!” you take your phone out and quickly tap on the camera app to record.

“happy fifty-second sarah! i hope it’s a great one. i’m sure it will be thanks to your lovely daughter. you’re very lucky to have her! best wishes to you!” peter rambles confidently. god, he really didn’t have to do the bit about you. you must think he’s hitting on you.

“thanks so much,” you say, a coy smile shyly tugging up the corners of your mouth. “well, i guess i better get going.”

“wait, y/n! c-can i walk you to wherever you’re going?”

“how’d you know my name?”

“uhhhhh...” your name suddenly stands out to him in cursive on the tag attached to the tulips. he points.

“oh, right,” you laugh, shaking your head. “i’d love if you walked me.”

you can’t see peter behind his mask, but his face is lit up like the fourth of july. he could probably explode from happiness when he sees that your face is lit up just the same.

"my child is fine"

Your child literally reads smut with a straight face while eating breakfast like it's the morning paper.

I thought about that too!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Just a thought but Peter Parker dating Kingpin's daughter

This was so amazing and funny 😂😂💖💖

Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff x teen!sister!Reader where in Lena and Tasha find out that Reader is dating Peter Parker lives rent free in my head. Do what you will with this information.

Welcome to the Family~ Natasha x Yelena x Teen!Sister!Reader/ Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: Hi!! Yes ik, I'm scarce, i apologize. I love your asks and try to get through them whenever i can, so thank you for showing a constant interest in my writing. That's honestly the only thing that keeps me going and motivating me to write more.

I hope you enjoy this!

Peter and the reader are the same age and this takes place when they are in high school.

Not proofread.

Warnings: words like f*ck and sh*t, literally once each.

Words: 1261

***

“Hey?”

You looked up from your textbook, smiling at a tired Natasha who was leaning against the door,” You good there?”

Your oldest sister just gave you a tired smile,” Yeah, hectic mission is all. The mission report was a snooze.”

You got up and gave her a hug, hoping to make her feel better,” Did you want anything?”

“Oh, yeah. Lena asked me to call you for dinner.”

Natasha moved away from you and was about to head towards her room when you looked at her with furrowed brows,” You aren’t joining us?”

The redhead turned slightly and shook her head lightly,” No, I think I’ll retire for the night. Told Lena to leave the leftover in the fridge if I felt hungry later.”

You were about to protest before your phone rang.

When you saw who it was, you cut the call a little too quickly which caused Natasha to look at you weirdly,” Who was that?”

You looked up at her, eyes slightly wider because you thought she had already left the corridor,” Oh, it was just spam don’t worry.”

The ex-assassin looked at you for a second longer, trying to shake the feeling that you were lying and shrugging the thought away to her being tired which made her a little too hyper-aware of her surroundings.

You sighed to yourself before making your way to the dining table.

***

Yelena was attending to the garden at the back of the house when the doorbell rang.

“Y/n/n! Can you please open door please?”

“On it!’

You ran down the stairs and opened the door, smiling in amusement when you saw who it was.

“Good morning, ma’am. I hope you are having a lovely day” the boy dressed in a postman’s outfit smiled toothily.

“Well, it is now” you smiled, looking towards the glass door that led to the back for a second before quickly sneaking in a peck.

“Aww, is that all I get?” the boy pouted.

“For now, yes Mr. Parker” you smiled teasingly,” You got some nerve showing up here. What if it was my sister who opened the door?”

Peter just raised his eyebrow as if he saw this question coming,” Well my lovely girlfriend, I was sitting on that tree over there waiting for the right opportunity “

“That’s some commitment right there” you acknowledged.

“Y/n why are we sneaking around like this? I can handle your sisters.” Peter slightly whined.

You leaned against the door and just raised your eyebrow.

“Ok, maybe they intimidate a little too much and I nearly shit my pants when I’m near them, especially now that I’m dating their baby sister secretly. But still!”

You just chuckled at the boy before giving him another quick peck,” Soon Parker”

“Y/n who was it?” you hear Yelena’s voice nearing so you quickly shut the door before the blonde appeared.

“No one. Just some postman who was asking about an address near-by. Apparently got lost.” You smile slightly before making an excuse to go back to your room.

Yelena narrowed her eyes at you before looking out the window at the receding image of the postman.

***

A couple nights later, Yelena and Natasha were in the kitchen, trying to cook a Russian recipe their mother used to cook them when they were kids.

But both also had other things on their minds.

“Lena” “Tasha”

Both called out in unison.

They looked at each other and stopped cooking for a second before collectively looking up at the ceiling, above which was where your room was.

“You too?” Natasha asked, Yelena nodding.

“Something’s going on…”

Both finished cooking before tip-toeing to your room. They stood in front your door, trying to listen to anything on the inside.

“Should we be doing this though?” Yelena whispered, feeling slightly guilty about spying on their sister. Natasha seemed to realize the same thing and sighed.

“You are right. Let’s go.”

Just as the two were about the leave, a loud crash came from inside your room, causing them to panic.

They barged inside, in fright of something happening to you only to see Peter Parker hanging from the ceiling upside down with you hands on his cheeks, both looking at the door with wide eyes, caught red handed.

“What the fuck…..” Natasha let out, while Yelena just stood with her mouth hanging open.

***

Here you were, in the living room. All four of you sitting together, Natasha and Yelena side by side on the sofa and you and Peter occupying the other.

It was awkward, to say the least.

You nervously looked between your sisters, trying to deduce who would be the first one to pounce on your boyfriend so that you could push him out of the way.

Honestly that was all you were worried about. Peter’s safety. From your own sisters.

Natasha sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before looking both of you in the eye,” How long has this been going on?”

Peter looked at you and decided to answer,” uh, about 2 months, ma’am.”

Now Natasha looked at you,” and you didn’t bother telling us?”

Yelena just stayed silent, looking at Peter as if trying to decide how to murder the boy and letting Natasha do all the talking.

“See, I did. But it was so new, still is. I wasn’t sure how it would end and since you personally work in a team with him, I didn’t want things going south just because things didn’t work out between us.” You explained, finally realizing how this stunt could’ve hurt your sisters.

You hadn’t thought of that exactly.

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t tell us” Natasha argued, though her voice remained soft. You gulped seeing the hurt inside her eyes,” What if something extremely bad had happened? No offense Peter, but you need to see where I’m coming from here.”

Peter readily agreed with her,” Oh don’t worry, I actually agree with you. We should’ve been more responsible about this and not sneaked around.”

Natasha stopped speaking at that, her eyes scanning the boy before looking back at you,” You promise not to hide anything from us from now on?”

You nodded immediately,” Yes. I will. I was going to, believe me. But I just needed to be sure if this would work out just for a little while, more than a fling so that it didn’t complicate things.”

Natasha nodded,” You are a good kid Peter. I hope you maintain that image with us.”

“For your own good.” Yelena glared, still apprehensive.

Peter gulped as he nodded.

“Alright, who wants ice cream?” Natasha asked, causing you and Peter to look at her in surprise.

She smirked at that reaction before leaning back on the sofa,” Well, my baby sister is in a relationship for the very first time, I think that calls for a dessert.”

She got up,” Y/n can you help me carry the bowls please?”

You didn’t really get much of a choice as your oldest sister pulled you up and dragged you to the kitchen.

Yelena waited for you two to disappear before looking at Peter. The Spiderman didn’t know what it was but the stare unnerved him a little too much.

Yelena stood in front of him and bent down to meet his eyes level,” I hear a peep of her cries relating even remotely to you being the reason, you better start counting your days. You understand me?”

The blonde stepped back and smiled at the sweating boy,” Welcome to the family, Spiderman.”

***

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