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Title: Marry Me, Today And Every Day

Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,080

Warnings: Nervousness, and almost burning an apartment down

Peter shifted nervously in his seat, Tony staring at the young man expectedly.

"What did you want to ask me, Underoos?" Tony asked and Peter gulped.

Peter wants to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Y/N. Who happened to be Tony Stark's eldest daughter. Peter and Y/N had been dating for the past eleven years. They had started dating when they were both sixteen, having originally met at Midtown High. Their relationship went long-distance; when Y/N went to MIT while Peter attended Empire State University. Peter loved Y/N so much, and Y/N him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there was a problem: he had to get Iron Man's blessing.

"I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Peter blurted out.

Tony blinked. "You're twenty-six, Peter," he said, looking up from his phone. "That's a little young to be thinking about getting married."

Peter shrugged. "We've been together since we were sixteen. We know each other inside and out. I think it would be great for us to be husband and wife. Besides, we both have jobs, and we have my apartment, so we can support ourselves."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll never hurt my little girl?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was taking this rather well, Peter noted.

"No! No, I'm positive!" Peter insisted. "Y/N is amazing. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's perfect for me. I don't want anyone else."

Tony sighed and stood up, walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you have my blessing." Tony smiled warmly at Peter.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, smiling back.

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Eddie Munson x Reader

Fluff, cutesy, teeth rotting sweetness.

This is an 18+ blog and this story, while not smut, potentially contains swearing, adult themes, and mentions of sexual activities. Minors please block me.

“I love you so much,” he gushed. Your heart skipped a beat. Even after almost a year riding shotgun, you were still overwhelmed by how sweet he was to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” you purred, interlocking your fingers with his. Your apartment was only a few minutes’ drive. Once parked, Eddie was at your side opening the door to help you out. “M’lady,” he said as he held out his hand.

The air was harsh on your face. February in Indiana was cold, and the weatherman called for snow tomorrow morning. The warmth of your boyfriend’s hand made you sleepy; it was a comfort you often took for granted. There was frost forming on the bushes on either side of the door. “Close your eyes,” Eddie whispered.

You removed your hand from his and covered your eyes. The front door clicked unlocked and creaked open. Eddie moved behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You could hear him breathing in your hair. “Don’t trip,” he hummed. You heard him kick the door shut behind you.

His hands left your shoulders. Several clicks of a lighter later, your nose was flooded with the calming smell of lavender. “My favorite”, you smiled. “Yeah I know,” Eddie replied. There was some shuffling and his labored breathing. You could hear he was putting a lot of effort into perfecting whatever it was you were about to see. “Okay, open your eyes!”, he shouted.

Eddie was on the couch without a shirt, his chest shining red around a new tattoo. A dozen candles, and what seemed like ten times as many red roses, filled the room. He held a small box and kneeled down in front of you.

“You’ve changed my life in so many ways. You’ve helped me understand I can make a difference. You’re the most people person I’ve ever met, and I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” Eddie grabbed your hand and slid on the ring.

“Yes,” you cried. Tears fell onto his forehead as he stared up at you. “Do you like it?”, he asked, gesturing to the ring. The metal was thick, bats on either side of a shockingly big diamond. “Is this fucking real?”, you asked. Eddie stood and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. There was a giant pink heart on the coffee table. “Oh shit what’s that?”, you asked. Eddie laughed. “Some sweets for my sweet, I figured you’d like those more than the ring.”