Hey bean congrats on 200! I'm so happy for you! Could I have 55 with peter parker pls ❤🧡💛💚💙💜💗
Heya, love! Thank you so much 💙💙 here’s some good old Peter Parker for ya! I started with 50 then realized you said 55 so I sobbed.
55 - “Shut up and kiss me already.”
Homecoming had people moving left and right, everyone had a partner. Even MJ was awkwardly swaying with Ned! But you were long forgotten in the exciting night, sitting alone, you gazed upon everyone with a sad expression and tears filled your eyes. You hadn’t been asked to the dance but you came with your friends, in the end, it seemed like it didn’t matter, you were alone.
So you stood and walked towards the doors. Peter couldn’t even be there for you, quickly saying you didn’t deserve this and ran away. But you knew you shouldn’t have attempted dancing with Peter, he didn’t see you that way, he was after Liz Allen. You ripped the pin from your hair, it bounced down and you let the tears fall like the dam finally broke.
As you walked past a familiar beach, you stopped. There were flames raging and pieces of huge metal strewn everywhere, police and firemen worked to calm everything down. “I suppose,” you mumbled. “Not everyone is having a great night. Then, you continued your walk, not noticing the figure above suddenly give all their attention to you.
You walked and walked until you reached your steps, ready to ignore your parents and their questions on how great tonight was. You were ready to cry into your pillow then go to school and act like no one hurt you. You were on the first step-
“You looked beautiful tonight,” you turned around to see Spider-Man… but a paper bag over his head.
You blinked a few times, looked around to see if anyone else was with him, she looked to him with a frown. “I’m not in the mood for people to play games with me. So can you go back to your friends and tell them to screw off.”
Spider-Man awkwardly fiddled with his hands. “I’m not here with anyone.” he continued, not moving. “I’m serious, Y/N. You were really, really pretty tonight.”
“Why the hell would Spider-Man care about me?” you retorted.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
“Because I don’t know you!” you made a move to turn around but something splayed across your back and pulled you into his chest. “Hel-”
His hand came to your mouth. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! It’s not like that!” he turned her around and placed his hands on her shoulders. “I would never do that without your consent.”
“Who the hell are you?” you asked through clenched teeth.
One of his hands came up to the bag and slowly threw it off. You looked to him and felt like you were about to pass out. “Hey,” Peter whispers.
“Hi.” you mumbled, staring at him before you started to smack his body. “You’re Spider-Man!?” you whispered yelled.
Peter nodded, grabbing your wrists. “Look, look, look. Mr. Stark didn’t want me to tell anyone. But I trust you, Y/N. You need to know.” he placed a hand on her cheek, smiling softly. “And you need to know that I’m sorry I left you and that you’re really pretty, an-and smart-”
“Peter, shut up and kiss me already.” you muttered, drawing closer to him.
Peter blushed and smiled. “Okay.” he leaned and connected their lips together.
Tonight was a good night after all.
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