#th!peter

Everyone in you circle of friends knew you had the biggest crush on Peter Parker. Obviously they didn’t know why since he was sort of a nerd and a geek at the same time. Well for you, that wasn’t a deal breaker since you liked him because he was just him. Loving, caring, sweet and if you look closely, actually handsome. Nevertheless, your friends were supportive and tried everything to get you two together.

So it came to no surprise for them that you two ended up together. Though, it was really because you discovered his secret identity by accident when you were taking out the trash at the same alley way where Peter would change into his super suit. Plus point for you since you saw his bare torso, which you swore justified your case on how handsome he was.

Still, because of that incident, you two became closer, and bloomed into something more. So now your friends are gushing over the possible things you and Peter would do as a new couple. Eat lunch together, walk to class together, talk about each other to other people, hold hands.

Wait.

Hold hands?

As in you and Peter’s fingers locking together while swinging your arms as you both cross a field of daisies???

Nope. Nope. and NOPE!

If Peter had a big secret to keep from the whole world, you had one too. Well, it’s not as huge as Peter’s but still something that you don’t want other people to know about. Peter’s your first boyfriend, therefore you’ve never really been physical with a guy before. The only people you could tolerate physical touch was the men in your family.

“Oh, don’t forget protection ok?! tell him to wrap his junior before sticking it in”

“Also, consent is important for both you and him okay girl? also…”

While your friends kept giving you tips on how to essentially ‘turn on’ your boyfriend and please him, all you could think in your head was about how you were going to even hold hands with him when he asks. forget sex, you could die just from holding hands!

So far, Peter hasn’t really touched you in anyway whatsoever. Heck, when you both confessed, Peter couldn’t event try and land a kiss on you because suddenly his senses alerted him of a villain so he had to drop you off somewhere safe before going out to battle.

The moment he wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist him up, your stomach was doing flips, face becoming different shades of red, and your brain turned into mush. You had to dunk your head into the bathtub to cool yourself from the heat of your face. You thought something was wrong with you. You thought it was weird for someone to be overstimulated with just a few touches with your partner. The romcoms you watch in your laptop certainly made it seem so. It made it seem like an amazing experience where you and your partner could share sweet moments together and just enjoy each other’s presence and act like it was only you two in the entire world. Well, both your heart and mind could not handle that much intimacy.

Was it because you’ve never date anyone before? or was it because you just have high expectations so your afraid of underperforming. Regardless of the reason, it was better to come clean to Peter rather than just keeping it to yourself.

Just as you made your self-declaration, you felt and hand on your arm, pulling you closer to another person’s body.

“Hey there Y/N!” your body, as if it was on auto-pilot, jumped at his touch and voice and instinctively backed a bit to hard unto your locker. Causing it to temporarily shake both the locker and somewhat your body due to the shock. Peter, being the lovely boyfriend he was, felt bad since he thought it was his fault for startling you and tried to hold you to help soothe the pain. Before he could do that though, you again backed away from him and kept a safe distance from him so he couldn’t touch you so you wouldn’t turn to mush.

“Hey! Hey Peter! umm how’s it going?” the fact that you tried to deescalate the situation to make it seem less awkward, just made the situation more awkward. Peter could only raise a brow at you and replied to your question.

“Everything’s good. yeah. I just wanted to see if you would want to walk to AP calculus together…” He said. The sound of guilt and confusion lingered in his voice as every time he raised his hand even slightly you would sort of jerk away from his touch.

“sure sure. we can do that, I just need to…” you looked around your surroundings to find a place where you could cool down for a bit before getting to class. Luckily, you found a bathroom.

“go to the bathroom real quick that’s all! So wait for me okay?! great!” before he could even reply, you dashed across the hall and into the bathroom to spare you the embarrassment.

One of your friends just patted Peter in the back to help reassure him that that was just who you were. “don’t worry, she LOVES you to death. she’s just shy that’s all.” and with that, your friend group had dispersed, each going to their own classes for today.

While you were in the bathroom checking the mirror to see if your face was still red from being touched by Peter. It wasn’t that Peter was not allowed to touch you. In fact, you really wanted to hold hands with him, but your body just reacts in the weirdest ways and your brain perceives it as you being overstimulated.

Before going out again, you took out a few books from your bag and carried them instead, just so could occupy them and avoid holding hands with Peter.

Peter saw you coming out of the bathroom, and he gave you his honest smile and walked up to you.

“I can carry those books for you if you wa-”

“NO!” ok that response was too fast, let’s try that again.

“I mean, no need. It’s ok! besides, you wouldn’t want people to know about the ‘thing you have right’?” you let out a dry chuckle, knowing that your excuse was the dumbest thing Peter might have heard in his entire life.

The whole walk towards class was weird in general. Peter kept wanting to try and find an opening to at least hold your shoulder or at least offer to carry your stuff so he could hold your hand, but something tells him that you were intentionally avoiding that opportunity for him. In the end, when you both made it to your seats in class, you both just exchanged notes while you tried to send him cute doodles so that he didn’t feel too bummed out about not being able to hold your hand.

You knew he didn’t deserve this treatment. He should be able to hold his girlfriend, kiss her whenever he wanted to. But, you just couldn’t handle the overload of affection from him. He was like the sun, while you were the midnight sky shying away from everything.

You both went on with your days as if you were just friends. Peter still tried to find an opening to at least graze your hand but, nothing. He sensed there must be something wrong with you. Maybe he was imagining things when you actually confessed that you liked him? was he reading the signals wrong? whatever it was, even Peter couldn’t solve this with only his intuition only. It was best that he asked you directly instead.

As soon as you both stepped out of the school, where a good few inches of empty space were between you and Peter, peter turned to you before you had the chance to escape the awkward situation.

“Can we talk?” he said. Your instincts were telling you that he probably wanted to talk about what happened this morning and your over all behavior today. I mean who could blame him, the whole day you’ve been avoiding his touches and advances the best you could so that you wouldn’t explode from an overload.

“y-yeah sure…”

Peter and you agreed it be better to talk about it back at his place since May wouldn’t be around the apartment. Though, it didn’t help you calm your worries since this is more about how are you going to explain it to Peter rather than having to go through May’s constant teasing of the two of you.

And now here you were, in his apartment.

alone.

together.

on the couch.

.

.

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NOPE NOPE NOPE! even if there was no contact between you two, for some reason this situation alone was enough to make you overload. Even a blind person could tell you were nervous about this whole situation. You were as stiff as a tree, you wouldn’t even let yourself relax into the couch and sat in an upright position with your legs shut close together, while your hands were a=placed on top of them in the form of fist. Where even your knuckles started to turn white. Ok, now is a good as time as any for Peter to bring it up.

Peter sat back down on the couch after he grabbed you both something cool to drink. For some reason, he knew this conversation was going to make you burn up.

“Okay, umm… did I do something wrong?” your head shot up to look at him the instant he said those words.

“WHAT?! NO! I-I mean…. no… well, I mean there is something wrong but it’s not you per say… rather,” and there you go, falling a part as soon as you opened your mouth. God, you wish you could just crawl into a hole and die rather than explain the weirdest thing about you. But as you looked into his eyes. his warm brown eyes, you knew he deserved to know. So, you took a deep breath and tried to carefully construct the next few sentences in your head so that Peter can understand you.

“just so were on the same page, you noticed I’ve been trying to avoid… touching you right?”

All Peter could do was nod at your statement. He decided it was best if he added some words to it as well.

“Yeah, and I mean I get it if you don’t want us to be physical because if that’s your preference then by all means go-” You waved your hands in the air to tell him to shut up for a bit.

“No, no that’s not what I meant…I guess you could say I’m the weird one” Peter was sure he wasn’t following what you were saying just now. How could you be weird?

“Look, I don’t know why I’m like this, but… I’ve never had a boyfriend before and the thought of being in a relationship is new to me. What’s also new to me is the fact that I get to be physical with someone that I have really like and…” you looked back again at his face to see if he was following you along before continuing.

“The thought of even just holding hands with someone, especially you, just overwhelms me. I feel warm and fuzzy of course when I’m with you, like my heart just wants to jump around the room. But at the same time it feels like it might just burst and I feel like a PC that just short-circuits due to the heat. I guess you could say I get overstimulated? I’m not sure what to call it, but that’s just how I am…”

You didn’t realize that you were curling up into a ball on his couch when you finished your explanation. it did make a nice place to burry your head into so that you could calm yourself down for a bit before hearing Peter’s reply to what you just said.

Peter felt, giddy? like as if he saw the most cutest plush bear in the world and wanted to hug it so tight cause it was so cute. That was how he felt after your whole explanation. Your reason was totally valid, but on the other hand it also make Peter want to hold you close and see your face get red in the cutest way possible. Though, that might just make things worse.

You heard rustling from the other side of the couch and watch Peter hold up one of his fingers to you. Your brows furrowed at his sudden act.

“Let’s try something. I hold up one of my finger, and you just touch mine with your. how bout that?”

You swore this whole situation felt like something a pre-school teacher would do to a kid to get to know them.

“come on just humor me. Besides, think of it as a training exercise for yourself” and so you did.

You held out your index finger and connected the two together. You felt like Peter was E.T and you were the young boy in the movie.

“Are we recreating E.T here?!”

“I don’t know, maybe~” you giggled at his response.

“Ok, how bout we try this now,” Peter held out all his other fingers, signaling you to do the same with your hands. You showed signs of hesitance but you wanted to try even for a bit.

You unraveled your hands and brought both of your fingertips together slowly. First the thumbs, then the middle finger, the ring finger and finally your pinky. Your stomach felt like it was fluttering, along with you heartbeat starting to pick up the pace.

Peter could tell you were starting to “short-circuit” as you described. So he let you know it was ok if you didn’t want to continue. “We can stop if you want.”

you shook your head while keeping your hand steady in the air with his. Both of your fingertips were still touching, not once have you flinched away from his.

“I-it’s okay, I really wanna try holding your hand” the last bit of the sentence you dialed it down a bit so that Peter couldn’t hear it. Though, we all know he could hear it.

As if you were an astronaut taking your first step on a planet, you slowly brought you palm closer to Peter’s. Peter has not moved an inch from his position, so all of this was your own doing. Then slowly, but surely, your hands were clasped together. Now you could feel your face starting to burn, and your heart was pumping faster. This was only just hands touching, imagine if you did some of the things your friends kept telling you about.

Peter felt proud of you, even though he could see your face turn into different shades of red, but proud. Now, he felt like doing something bold, maybe you weren’t ready for it, but he wanted to at least try and see your reaction.

“I’m gonna do something so, be prepared ok”

“what?”

“Trust me” trust me. Never would you think those were the words from Peter that would make you turn into mush.

Peter then did the unthinkable, well at least for you. He shifted his hand a bit and slowly intertwined his hands with yours. Now, your fingers were interlaced with each other. You were both now holding hands. Something Peter wanted to do for the whole day. His hold on you was firm, not to the point where it hurts, but firm in a way that says he would never let go of you.

Your eyes widened, your instincts are telling you to pull away and stick your head into the bathtub filled with cold water. are your hands starting to sweat? you think it does. Are you sweating? maybe? God you are! What’s happening? can you still see Peter? Yes, but right now you really don’t want to turn into a tomato in front of him so you look to the side so that your hair is covering your face and avoid looking at him. But despite all that, your hand was still holding his. Never letting go.

Peter thought enough was enough so he tried to pull a way so that you could at least breath. Surprisingly, you were the one that held on.

“I- I don’t want my efforts to go to waste, or yours. So… is it okay if we stay like this for a bit” you were still looking away from Peter, but you lowered your hands so that it was comfortably resting on the couch.

“My heart is like beating a thousand miles per second right now I think, but I-I’m okay…” You finally looked at Peter. Your cheeks were flushed with shades of red, and your eyes seemed more like a doe to Peter now. God, he really wanted to hold you close now.

He shuffled a bit in the couch, trying to close the distance between you little by little.

“Is this okay?” Peter asked. He was still an arms length far from you, but closer nonetheless. You nodded. He then shifted closer, asking the same thing, and you replied the same. After going back and forth a bit, Peter was now only a few inches away from your body. You both still kept some form of distance, but the proximity between you two was closer than you could ever imagine. Peter asked one last time.

“How about this? Is this too close for you?” He said, almost like a whisper. Your heart had reached it’s breaking point, your brain was already in the process of turning into goop, your body was overheating as if gas was leaking out of your skin. Yeah, this was your limit for now Peter thought.

He backed a few inches away from you so you could compose yourself, while his eyes were still watching your every move. You finally let go of his hand and fanned yourself to cool your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you’re still embarrassed about the whole thing you just did with him, at the same time you were happy he tried to help you. Though, you don’t know how much your heart can take it if he keeps doing these things.

“How bout we just stick to hand holding for now?” you said.

Peter gave you his signature smile and grabbed your hand to hold it on his own. Though, he wasn’t done teasing you just yet, as once he grabbed your hand, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it as if he was a prince in a fairy tale giving the princess a greeting.

The school hall was buzzing with students, as the bell signaled the end of the day. However, this was no ordinary day. The gymnastics hall was filled with students getting in line for something that the student council had come up with for the upcoming couples holiday you always dreaded.

In front of the gym door was a pastel pink banner that read, ‘LOVE IS IN THE AIR!’ in big bold red letters. You sighed in annoyance after you read the words. It’s not like you were sad that you didn’t have anyone to celebrate this occasion with, it was more like you knew you wouldn’t be able to ask a certain someone to spend the occasion with because you knew you had no chance (which is basically the same thing).

“Hey Y/N, can you help me get these boxes of letter to Betty for me, I still have a whole line of people who want to register.” a student handed you a box that was filled to the brim with pink and white letters. You were part of the student council, so of course you were roped into helping out with the special program that your team had made. The student council had suggested to make an event where students could send letters or gift to their special someone, and the student councils act as a messenger, or as Betty liked to say, cupids. Though, you liked MJ’s wording better when she said it was more like child labor, but a job for the singles.

You made your way to the other side of the gym where you spotted Betty organizing all the letters and gifts from the students. “Hey Betty, where should I put these?”

“Oh, you can just put them next to the boxes of gifts here for a moment. I’m still figuring out the placements and all.” you followed her instruction and put it right next to the box that was labeled gifts. It was left closed, but you could tell that the lid was not holding it in very well.

“Man, people are really into this whole cupid-messenger thing huh?” your eyes scanned the rows of boxes filled with either gift, chocolates, bouquets, and even more letters.

“Tomorrow is already Valentine’s Day, so all of the students are dropping of their gifts and letter. Also-” She checked out the last box in her list and turned to you, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re in love. and I know a certain someone who is also in love, but is just too scared to admit it.” Betty looked at you and gave a teasing smile. You knew who she was talking about, but you brushed off her comment and turned to look at the sea of students in front of you.

“So, what about you? did you find out that he’s going to give you a gift?”

“Actually, he told me that he was going to get me something, but he said it was a surprise! he’ll give it to me on our date!”

You had to admit, that was smart of Ned to just flat out say it, rather than rely on this messenger thing, only for Betty to find out eventually.

“Well, hope you and Ned have a wonderful date on valentine’s day!” you said.

“Thanks! and I hope you keep your promise to give us some of your homemade chocolate!”

“I was actually going to out now and buy the ingredients after I deliver this to you. So see you later Betty!” after Betty returned the goodbye, you dashed out of the gym as quickly as you could, not wanting to stay in that building full of love struck teens any longer. Unbeknownst to you, a certain spiderling was watching you come out of the hall before entering the gym.

♡

You made it back to your apartment after buying a ton of chocolate and decorations for your gift to your friends. Ever since you were fourteen, you always tried to make valentine’s chocolate every year for your friends. It was a small gesture, but you enjoyed the process of making chocolates for your friends, and this year was no exception.

You tied up your hair and rolled up your sleeves. before taking out the ingredients out of the grocery bag. Without realizing, you were already two hours in making the small dessert. You decided to make heart-shaped cake pops for your friends this year. You were known for being over the top when it comes to giving gifts. After you had dunked the last cake pop into the chocolate coating, you set aside the finished pops and let them harden in the fridge. While waiting for them to harden, you went inside your room and took out another plastic bag that was filled with crafting paper, ribbons and colorful pens. You began cutting the paper into smaller strips and wrote all your friends names that you were going to give to, except for one person.

Peter.

You didn’t write his name on the paper, at least not in these papers. You took out a small envelope from your bedside drawer. The envelope was colored red with black stripes that formed a cob-web design on the envelope. Inside of the envelope was of course a letter. A letter that you wrote for Peter. The idea itself was stupid really, but you actually had written the letter since the beginning of the year. So, although the content of it wasn’t in the context of Valentine’s Day, it still contained your feeling for him. You did consider giving the letter anonymously to him via the student council’s event, but you felt like this was a personal matter you had to deal with, and you knew you had to accept the end result after giving the letter to Peter.

“This is so dumb...” you laid your head against your table, forgetting about the small paper labels that you had cut out. You were starting to hesitate on whether you should give him the letter at all.

“Hey! I got us Chinese food!” You heard your bedroom door opening. You quickly covered your desk and hid the letter in between some books before turning around to see who it was. You let out a sigh of relief as it was only your sister that was standing in front of your door.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Your sister raised a brow.

“N-nothing, you just shook me that’s all” you finally got up from your chair and went out of the room with your sister following from behind.

“Yeah, says the girl who is literally so love struck that she decided to practice making a dessert for our downstairs neighbor” You stopped in your tracks and glared at your sister.

“You don’t need to bring that up all the time you know!”

“How can I not when I keep telling you that you should tell him! I literally just saw you stare at the letter for a full minute!”

You dropped down to the couch and grabbed the pillow so you could bury your face in embarrassment. She knew you had a crush on Peter, you didn’t have to tell as she had figured it out by herself.

“Now c’mon. Let’s eat before our chow mein is cold”

The sun had already set a long time ago. Peter was finishing up his patrol for today and decided to settled down on a rooftop that was near his apartment building. He looked around if there was anyone around before lifting his mask up halfway to eat a hotdog that a guy had bought him after catching a thief. He was scrolling through his phone before he notices a light coming out of you window. He was you lying down in bed with your sister talking about something while you were wrapping your chocolates for your friends. Peter always looked forward to your homemade chocolate every year. Though, he did wish that his share was something more special to him rather than it being the same with your friend group.

the window was slightly open so bits of your conversation could be heard from it. He knew he shouldn’t listen in, but something your sister said had caught his attention.

“What would you like to get for valentine’s day? y’know other than chocolates of course”

Now this is something Peter needed to hear. He jumped to his apartment building roof and crawled slowly unto a balcony that was above your window.

“I don’t know really; I’ve never gotten anything other than chocolates on valentine’s day-” You tied the last ribbon on the wrapper and placed it inside a paper bag that you were going to bring tomorrow.

“I do really like hand made things though! Like the other day I saw someone make a bouquet of flowers using craft paper. It did seem tedious to do, so I don’t think anyone is willing to make that a day or two before valentine’s day” you said.

“If you think it’s tedious than why think of that?” You sister asked.

“I guess I just like the idea of you know, putting your time and effort to make something. Sure, it might look kind of bad, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” It wasn’t a lie really. You appreciated if someone put all their time and effort to learn and make something as a gift for any occasion. Which is also why you enjoy the look from your friends when they said your baking tastes really good. Especially if it came from Peter.

Peter could only sit down and process everything you said. He knew he didn’t have much more time, as he looked at the time. The sun did just set, so the craft store might still be open. Without thinking, Peter pulled down his mask and swung into action. He was going to be exhausted the next day and the results might not be great, but as you said, it’s the thought that counts.

♡

“Once again, F/N has done it again this year!” MJ cheered as she was holding up the cake pop in her hand. You were handing your cake pops to your friends matching the label.

“Aww, you even labeled them! you’re so extra” Betty screamed as she took out her phone to post in on her Instagram later.

“I mean, I did promise you all I would make them.” you looked around the table and noticed a person, Peter to be specific, missing from the group. You were relieved in your head since you had saved his gift later in your locker.

“By the way, where’s Peter’s share?” Ned spoke. You froze in your spot and turned to Ned. You could tell the others were also thinking the same thing. But for Betty, she could tell.

“I-I actually already gave his share this morning! y’know since we live in the same building and all...”

luckily everyone took the bait, except for Betty. Instead of a bell sound, the speakers in the cafeteria turned on and an announcement came. A student council member you knew was speaking through the speaker to say something about the program.

“For the students who have signed up for the messenger program, your special messages will be delivered after sixth period till the end of school-”

“Well, that me and Y/N’s cue to help out, see you guys later!” Betty kissed Ned on the cheek before dragging you to the library to meet with the other student council members.

While all the other students were in their respective classes, you were tasked with delivering the letters to the students they were for. A part of you hoped that you might find a letter for you, in hopes that maybe Peter had sent you a letter. You erased the thought, since these were mostly anonymous anyway, so there was no way you would know if it was from him or not. This is also assuming if you had gotten any from anyone at all.

“Ok, so you’ll give these set of letters in the first floor along with Tobey and Ariel. As for the second floor-” Betty handed you a stack of letters. You didn’t know how many times you sighed, but you hoped that you wouldn’t go to the class where Peter was in.

Luck was on your side that they, and you the first class you entered didn’t have Peter there. So, there you were, standing in front of the physics class while reading out names in the room to see if they were in the room.

“Is Samantha Lee here?!” you shouted.

As the last student came up to you and took the letter out of glee, you thanked the teacher and left the class. You continued your job as the messenger in different other classes, while passing the other student council members who were delivering their fair share of letters. You left the last class on the floor you were tasked with and saw started walking back to the library where you saw a couple of the members taking a break after delivering the letters, while sharing their stories on how their delivery went.

Your brain went on autopilot and started to drift off into space so you could make up all the good and bad scenarios that would come up when giving your letter to Peter. That was until someone had tapped your shoulder to get your attention. You jumped at the sudden disturbance and turned around in your seat and saw Betty was smiling from ear to ear while having her hands behind her back. The object in her hands was so big that you instantly knew what it was and already had a guess on what she was going to say.

“If your here to only brag about the fact that Ned gave you a giant bouquet of roses as a Valentine’s Day gift while giving me a heart attack in the process, I’m so not in the mood Betty!” You gave a sarcastic laugh to her. But the way Betty’s face changed from a happy one to a confused one, then back again to a happy face made the situation more confusing to you.

“Ok for the record, Ned already gave me his gift to me this morning, so you guessed wrong,” She slowly revealed the ‘bouquet’ from behind her back, her struggle to get the bouquet in front of you showed how big the gift was.

“This is for you! from your not-so-secret admirer!” The last thing you could get from a secret admirer was a letter that was written with only a couple of words saying that they liked you, but this was something you could only dream of.

It was as if an angel had heard your conversation with your sister last night and told someone to make this for you. There in front of you was a bouquet of paper flowers, all in different shapes and sizes. The color of the flowers was a mix of your favorites and you could even see that they tried to make baby breaths into the mix. You really couldn’t believe what was being given to you. You knew you like handcrafted things, but this was just over the top! how long did the person make this? How many days did it take them? Maybe you’re hallucinating. Maybe it was just a prank from Betty and it was actually her and MJ’s effort to cheer you up.

you slowly took the bouquet from Betty’s hands, carefully placing it on your lap and examined the craftmanship of the bouquet. You could tell that some of the folds were giving out due to the glue not being strong enough, and some of the flowers weren’t stuck together since one of them looked like it could fall out from the placement, but you could careless at the imperfections. It was handmade by someone, who did something out of the box and at least tried their best to make it as perfect as possible. your put you lips together to stop a smile from forming, but Betty could clearly see a blush creeping up your face. It seemed like the other student council members noticed the giant gift you had received, so they all teased you for having a secret admirer while also congratulating you for getting a thoughtful gift.

“Wait it doesn’t end their Y/N! They actually told me to give you this as well,” Betty reached her hand inside the bouquet while carefully fishing out a small envelope for you. At this point, you really needed to know who the hell went all the way to get you this kind of gift.

You took the envelope and examined it. For the envelope, there really wasn’t anything special since it looked like all the other envelopes you had given out. You didn’t want to open it in front of the other students, so you excused yourself to go to your locker to open it. You quickly made your way down the hall and arrived at your locker. you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of having someone make this for you. The locker wasn’t opening with how you were rushing to get the combination right while you were giggling to yourself. Finally, the locker opened and you placed your bouquet inside. You calmed your beating heart for a moment before you opened the letter. The glue that was holding the flap of the envelope was tacky, so it was an easy peel for you to open. Finally, the letter was in your hands. You unfolded the letter and read the letter in excitement and curiosity. You were finally going to find out who gave you such a wonderful gift, only to find an instruction on the paper.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know this wasn’t what you were expecting, but there was no way I was going to tell you the most important thing to me in the form of a writing. So, come meet me in front of Delmar’s and Deli and Grill shop and I’ll pick you up!

-S.M

Okay, as if you didn’t know your brain could even get any more confused, this letter with the anonymous name just made your brain explode both in confusion and frustration. Now you had to wait till the end of the school day to go to some sandwich shop and wait for your admirer to pick you up. You slipped the paper in between your notebook. You could pry the answer out of Betty since she must’ve known who it was that sent the gift, but a part of you like the idea of having known nothing of the person that sent you it, and the excitement of being surprised made you want the school day to be over.

Fortunately, it was almost last period and you didn’t have any club activities. After the student council members finished their break, you all continued to deliver the messages and gifts to students all over school. You were full of energy as you quickly delivered your messages to the students as to not waste any time once it was time for the meet up.

♡

The end of the school day was finally here. You dashed to your locker to get your stuff and the bouquet and dashed out the door. You gained a lot of looks from some students since you were in a hurry, and also the fact that you were carrying a giant bouquet of paper flowers with you. You were sure that you got glares from some of the girls since they were jealous of your gift, but none of that mattered right now.

Finally, after a going down the subway station and arriving at the designated shop. You stopped in your tracks and looked around, hoping that the person was already there waiting for you. You looked around, but saw no one approaching you. You fixed your slightly messy hair due to the marathon you did and dusted your skirt just to make sure it was perfect. The weather was still kind of cold, so you wore your black stockings under your skirt. Your sister told you it was dumb to wear a skirt in this weather, but you figured today was a special day, so you thought it would be nice to dress up a bit. You did curse yourself for not following your sister’s advice, but the fact that you were going to meet your special someone was worth it.

Five minutes had passed, and there was no sign of anyone coming your way. Maybe this was all a prank someone had pulled, you thought. you thought that maybe Betty gave you someone else’s gift and you were another messenger for them. All these negative scenarios had formed in your head, preparing for the worst-case scenario. Your shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. You were about to turn the other way and go home, until you heard a familiar name being called out.

“Hey Spider-Man!” You looked up to the sky and followed the direction of the phones people were recording with. The neighborhood superhero was swinging from building to building, and the direction he was swinging at made you tear up a bit.

The closer he was getting, the more your heat beat sped up as if it was preparing for a marathon. You instinctively held up your arms the best as you could with the bouquet in your hands still. Right on cue, Peter picked you up from the ground and swung you both away. You held on as best as you could so that Peter could still swing with ease with all the stuff you had. If you were focusing on the ground, the view of the neighborhood from above wasn’t something you didn’t see every day and you would’ve appreciated it. Right now, however, your mind could only focus on the fact that the person who sent you the gift was the person who you’ve wanted this whole time.

Peter finally settled you on your apartment building and took his mask off after making sure no one was around. His face was also the same shade as yours, accompanied with a nervous but goofy smile. You tried to cover yourself with the bouquet, but you knew you couldn’t stop looking at him while waiting for either of you to say something.

“So, d-do you like your gift? I-I know it looks kind of weird and has a lot wrinkly bits, but I really hope you like it...”

you took a step closer to Peter and looked at his eyes that were sincere and full of love. You took one of the flowers that was on the verge of falling off from the bouquet and placed it between your ear before speaking.

“Well, before I answer that question, let me ask you something,”

Peter swallowed his saliva in anticipation and nervousness.

“How did you come up with this gift? and also how long did it take to make it?” You raised a brow while admiring his work in your hands. Peter put his lips into a tight line and rubbed the back of his neck. The share of red still painting his face while trying to think of a way to answer.

“I may or may not have listened in to your conversation with you sister last night...” Your eyes went wide at his answer. Last night? that meant-

“You only made this last night?!” Peter fiddled with his mask while looking down at his foot. the gesture gave you away the answer to your question. You felt touched by his intentions and dedication to make the gift for you.

“Was it... hard? you know, since you had to make all these tiny flowers and the whole wrapper overnight...”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe how many times I had to replay that video over and over again to try and get those baby breaths right!” You both laughed at his words. You could already imagine the scenario in your head and the frustrated look he had on his face while trying to make the flowers.

You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again fearing that you were just assuming things. Lucky for Peter, he noticed.

“If you want to say something, just say it. I think I know what you’re about to say...” Peter reached out to grab your hand in his and squeezed it, giving you affirmation to say what you wanted to say. Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shuffled around your bag to find the red envelope you had wanted to give to him.

Peter saw the red envelope and took it from you. He looked at you to ask if it was ok to open it now. You nodded your head and watched as he opened the envelope as quickly as possible. You turned around and face the other way so that you wouldn’t have to see the expression on Peter’s face when he read it.

Dear Peter Parker,

I remember the first time we met. We were both on top of our apartment building, wanting to just have time for ourselves from the world. Wanting just a moment of silence to ourselves. Only the difference was that I was bawling my eyes out because I had a bad day. You, who were a stranger at the time went up to me. You didn’t know who I was, but you were always one to look out for the little guy. Months passed and we became close. Especially, after that one night you opened the wrong window and crashed at my bed.

From then on, you trusted me with you secret. I always wondered if you came to me because I was closest to your place, or it was because of something more. Nevertheless, I enjoyed those moment where you would come to me for refuge after a long night.

Though, even before I knew you were Spider-Man, I knew you were someone I would want to keep close to my heart. It seems like I kept you too close to my heart, that you took it from me. I would ask you to give it back, but I actually prefer it this way. I know I look like a coward for saying this through my writing but I hope you can answer my question in front of me, whether it is an answer I am hoping for, or an answer that will make me look like a fool.

Peter Parker, would you let me keep your heart?

Peter could hear your heart beating fast as you waited for his answer. The only thing you didn’t know was that his heart was beating as fast as yours. He could even mistake it as if your hearts were both in sync. He folded back the letter and took a step closer to you slowly. His hand finding a way to your opposite cheek, which made your turn around. Your eyes were closed, in fear that he was going to respond to your question in a way that would make your heart break. If it wasn’t for his suit, your face would’ve literally burned his skin if it could. Instead of hearing a rejection from him, you could feel a warmth sensation in your lips.

You knew what this was. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that Peter was kissing you which was also the answer you were anticipating. You dropped the bouquet to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter followed your movement and placed his hand on your hips to deepen the kiss. After a minute or two, you both finally pulled away, the color red never leaving your face from the beginning.

“I take it that your answer is yes...?” Peter chuckled.

He leaned his head forward and placed his forehead on your own while giving you his signature goofy smile.

“I do say, you have a way with words princess,” It was your turn to laugh at his comment.

“Princess? So now were moving on to the nick name phase huh?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It just slipped out, I didn’t mean it! well I mean I do mean it, but if you don’t want that then that’s ok too-” You placed your lips on his again, it was a quick one, but it was sure to shut him up for a bit.

“I don’t mind Peter. In fact, I like it” Now you were the bold one by linking your hands with his and giving him a sincere smile. Peter could only stare back at you and smile along with you.

“So, does this mean we’re together-together now?”

You made a humming sound before answering him.

“We are, if you properly answer the question from my letter”

Peter gave your hand one last squeeze before letting it go and picking up the paper bouquet that was on the floor. He stretched his arm out as if he was going to give you the bouquet again and answered your question that was going to really seal the deal.

“Yes Y/N, you can keep my heart forever, as I will keep yours forever!”

Your stretched your hand out to take out the flower from him, but he suddenly retracted his hand back and put his hands on his hips.

"Hey, I know you gave me a letter and all that contained your undying love for me, but I remembered that you made a promise to me that you would give me and our friends your home-made chocolates..."

Peter gave you an open palm and motioned his fingers in a curling motion, telling you that he wanted something.

"So, where's mine?"

"Oh, so that's what this was about! You come here giving me a paper bouquet, send me an anonymous letter, make me wait five minutes might I add," You folded your arms and turned the other way.

"AND, I had decided to tell you my true feelings through my letter, which I will say I am a GREAT POET for an amateur! and NOW your asking for V-day chocolates, smooth parker, smooth"

You made a huff sound, making it sound like you were angry, but really you were teasing him

"Oh come one Y/N, you know that's not what I meant!" Peter moved to the other side so you could see him in front of you.

You playfully looked at your fingernails while replying.

"Gee, I don't know Peter, guess I might have to re-think this whole dating thing between us..." You gave him a playful smirk.

You left him speechless for a bit before deciding to leave him on the rooftop and head towards the stairs. Peter finally went back to reality and jogged up to you.

Peter zipped through the crowd as he wanted to get out of the school building and change into his super hero persona so he could start patrolling. That’s usually the plan, but the sound of thunder had other ideas for him. Peter mumbled to himself as the sky turned dark and the sound of rain started to pick up. Luckily, it’s not a heavy rainfall, but it still meant that peter was going to get wet while swinging through New York. He dashed through the streets and turn to an alleyway whilst using his backpack as a cover from the rain. He hurriedly put on his suit so he could turn on the heater to keep himself warm from the rain.

As Peter was swinging through the rain in New York, he didn’t see anything suspicious in the area since it was raining. So, he took it as a chance to visit the compound for a bit.

He had to swing carefully though, since the roofs of the building might be slippery for him if he tried any stunts with his swinging. Luckily, the rain wasn't that heavy and he managed to land safely on the tower rooftop. He hadn't been in the tower for a week since he was bombarded with school work. As soon as he landed, he noticed that a small green house has been built, and it looked like the roof of it was wide open. His curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to check the place out and went inside.

“Umm, hello?” He called out, as the sound of the rain accompanied his voice in the green house. He carefully walked inside the building, while also being cautious of the wet floor. He had to admit, the inside looked like it was taken out of a fantasy movie. Vines were hanging down from the ceiling, variety of flowers were decorating the path along with other type of small plants. He was especially impressed with make shift waterfall that was on the other side of the room.

He noticed that the sky was starting to clear and rays from the sun were starting enter the room. It looked like mother nature was on his side again, cause as soon as he made it to the end of the room, he saw someone crouched down in front of a big bush filled with flowers he was unfamiliar with.

The person was humming a tune as they were occupying themselves with the flowers. Peter couldn't help but admire the figure. The sunlight was hitting the figure in the best way possible, and the light reflected from the rain dew from the plants made it look like the person was sparkling. Peter kept taking small steps while approaching the figure as to not let himself slip in the wet floor. Just as he was about to call out to the figure, his foot hit a watering can, causing it to fall and make a loud noise. The noise had caused the figure to jump and let out a gasp.

Before Peter could explain himself, his senses started to warn him something was coming but it was too late. He suddenly felt his foot being wrapped by something strange and lifted him up in the air as if he were just an empty sack.

“w-wait I can explain! I swear, I'm not an intruder! Well, I guess I am since I did sneak in, but I swear I mean no harm!” Peter tried to explain more but then the figure approached him. Peter stared at the girl in awe. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail while some strands were untied and instead framed her face. Her face was also covered in dirt, but to Peter she was still beautiful. Peter swallowed his nervousness, as he was racking his brain to find a sentence.

“You know, it's rude to sneak up on a lady like that. Especially if she's tending her garden...” She spoke.

Peter let out a nervous chuckle. He was so glad that his mask was covering his face from the blush that formed.

“Well, I mean, it's not like I wanted to but umm, sorry...”

“Oh, none taken, I can tell you were just curious about the place.”

Before Peter could utter another word, the vine that was holding him up started to shake Peter as if it was saying that it didn't like him.

“Vinny! Don't be rude! Now put him down before he passes out!” On command, the vine named Vinny let go of Peter’s leg. Luckily Peter had quick reflexes and stood on his feet again before awkwardly giving a thank you to the vine.

“I’m sorry, Vinny's always like that. She doesn't like to trust other people” the girl gave the vine a glare before giving her full attention to Peter again.

“So, I’m gonna guess that you can talk to plants?” she laughed.

“Well, if it wasn’t that obvious, yes! I can also ask them to do things for me, so long as I’m nice”

“I thought you’d be able to control them at will, y’know like that goddess Ta Fiti in that Moana movie” Peter asked as he was still admiring the plants in the small building. He was still amazed at all the plants that were decorating the building. He knew some of them, but he was sure that the other 90% he didn’t know what the hell was that.

“Okay, fyi Spiderman, these plants you see are my friends and they have feelings too. So of course, I have to treat them as I would treat any other person. That’s how Vinny trusts me and how she decided to dangle you by your foot! Isn’t that right Vinny?” On cue, Vinny emerged in front of Peter and poked his head as if to prove a point the girl had made.

“Ok, I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know you had a vine as a bodyguard” Vinny was about to continue her assault on the spiderling if it wasn’t for the girl pleading her to stop.

“Vinny c’mon, we talked about this-”

Peter let out a chuckle as he saw the interaction between the girl and her vine friend. The more he looked at the girl, the more he noticed at how young the girl really is, she might even be the same age as him.

“Hey Spiderman! Spiderman? SPIDERDUDE HELLO?!” Peter snapped back into reality as the girl was now right in front of him while waving her hand to get his attention.

“For a minute there I thought I had to get Vanessa out to get your attention” Peter raised a brow.

“Vanessa?”

“Yeah, Vinny’s sister. I was about to ask her to spray water at your face if you were still in la la land.” Peter’s face turned into disgust at the thought of a plant spraying an unknown substance at him. As if the rain wasn’t enough already.

“I think I had enough of your plant friends bullying me, especially after that heavy rain” The nameless girl chuckled as she handed him a towel to dry himself with.

“By the way, I never got your name...” the girl could tell that Peter was hesitant when asking that question. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to ask that since he himself has a reputation of not giving away his identity to the public.

“It’s Y/N...”

Y/N huh? Peter kept repeating the name for two reasons, one cause for some reason he kept repeating that in his head as if he was afraid to forget it. Second, he felt like he heard the name before.

“I supposed a superhero like yourself won’t give away your real name for the sake of a proper introduction to a complete stranger huh?” She smirked as she picked up a watering can and started watering her plants. Peter could only rub the back of his neck in defeat, as she did have a point.

“Sorry, you know how it is with the whole superhero business thing.” Peter said as he kept following her as she was continuing to tend her plants.

“Nah, it’s fine. Besides I don’t think I would’ve known who you were anyway.”

The sound of water dripping to the ground was the only thing Peter and Y/N could hear at the moment. Neither of them knew what other topic they could bring up in the conversation, so Peter could only follow her and watch her tend the garden.

“Oh, here let me help you with that” Peter offered when he saw you try and pick up a bag of fertilizer from the ground. He struggled a bit to get a good grasp of the bag since it was kind of wet from the rain, but he managed to reposition himself and lift the bag up and bring it over his shoulder while waiting for you instruction to put it.

“Man, having super strength has it perks huh?” Y/N chuckled as she pointed to a spot where Peter could place the fertilizer down.

“Oh, it’s nothing much you know, other than stopping a car that was maybe 3000 pounds at 45 miles per hour from crashing into a bus, or y’know saving a group of teenagers from falling to their doom inside an elevator. Yeah, just an average skill to have” As he set the bag down on top of an open container, Y/N had turned around and gave Peter a raised brow and a smirk.

“Ok, I did not know you changed your name to Spider-Flex! Guess I shouldn’t have asked such an AvERaGe question huh?” she gave peter a look before opening the bag of fertilizer.

“You did ask...” He watched as you opened the bag and dunked out all of the fertilizer unto the container and closing it up.

“So, Spiderman, what brings you to the compound rooftop?” Y/N crouched down and grabbed a bucket underneath a table and continued to walk to the make shift waterfall.

“Oh, I just wanted to drop by the compound and get away from the rain, but now I’m here talking to you”

“Cool, cool...”

Peter continued to admire the greenhouse in silence while Y/N scooped up the fertilizer they had open unto a new pot. Peter kept repeating her name over and over again, wondering where he had heard of it before. Y/N would be lying if she didn’t think of trying to find out who he was under that mask. She swore that she has heard Spiderman’s voice, but could never pin point it. The silence in the air was killing Peter inside. He really didn’t know how to continue the conversation while she was tending her garden.

“Sorry, I really don’t know how to talk to people...”

Peter turned to look at the girl who was still digging a hole in the soil for her new plant friend that she had just got. He was surprised by the statement, but also felt bad. Cause, he was also the same.

“Yeah, well you’re not alone on that one,” he said.

“Oh really, the Spider-Man, can’t talk to people? I thought that was a part of the job description” She chuckled, not believing a word he said.

“Well saving people is one thing, but when it comes to socializing in school... well it’s hard” the realization hit when he accidentally slipped that he was still at school.

“Oh, so THE Spider-Man is still a kid huh? guess we’re not so different huh?”

“And that’s the only thing that I’ll let slip!” Peter was lucky his mask was still on, or else she would have teased him even more because of his red face.

“But umm, what did you mean by what you said...”

Y/N looked up at Peter and made the biggest sigh she was holding back all day.

“I’m basically a loner at school. That’s one,” she picked up her new friend and placed her inside the hole she made.

“The only friends in school are, well...” her hands motioned around the plants that were surrounding them.

“These guys. I feel bad that I can’t respond to them or not people will think I’m a crazy person...”

Peter was taken back to a memory where he also felt like he was a loner in freshman year. If it weren’t for Ned, he might’ve been in the same situation as her.

“I can’t even go up and say hi to a guy in school!”

A guy? what guy?

“O-oh, really? who’s this lucky fella huh?” Peter instinctively folded his arms and cleared his throat.

Y/N’s face went red when she accidentally slipped that there was a guy, she was eyeing. She copied what Peter did and cleared her throat.

“N-none of your business! besides, there’s no point in telling. He probably doesn’t know I exist since I hide behind a window”

Her plant friend was now in their new home and was doing a happy little dance, showing that it appreciated what Y/N had done. She laughed and brushed her finger on a leaf as if she was giving it a nuzzle.

“Aw come one, why don’t you tell me about this guy! it’s the least you could do after what Ms. Vinny here did!” He pointed to the Vine that seemed like was mopping right now.

Well, she really needed to vent out her frustrations in school to someone other than her plant friends.

“Where do I begin, He’s just...”

Is my brain malfunctioning right now? just talk!

“He’s just really nice! also he’s really smart, I mean of course he is! He’s in the school’s decathlon team,”

Peter just kept listening to the girl ramble on and on about the guy she was admiring. Something inside Peter tingled, but he didn’t know why.

Y/N realized she was rambling too much about herself. So, she stopped herself before she would accidentally slip the guy’s name.

“But- it’s pointless really. I bet he’s with someone right now...”

She stood up after tending her other plants and finally took a breather after working so hard. She went back to the flower bush Peter had found her when he landed in the greenhouse. She gently placed her hand on one of the flowers and stroked its petals with a look of disappointment.

“What makes you say that?” Peter was now getting concerned. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to talk about this.

“I just-” She took a deep breath.

“I just really have a hard time talking to people...” Vinny went down from her spot and nuzzled the girl as an effort to comfort her friend. Y/N appreciated the gesture, but the anxiety filling up inside her right now was about to spill out of her body. Peter took a step forward and took her hand in his.

“Hey, it’s alright you know. I mean, when I started school, I didn’t really have anyone at the start of the year. Luckily, I found a friend who shared the same interests as me and we became best pals. Heck, you can even call then The Guy in the Chair” Peter was grateful that Ned was always with him in school, and he hopes that he will stay friends with him even in their adulthood.

“What if people aren’t just as lucky as you...” her voice became softer and softer, indicating that the topic now was something sensitive.

“Maybe lucky then, but everyone has their own time. Maybe for you-” He didn’t know why; he felt the need to cup her cheeks in his hands so as to make you look up at his eyes. Even if all she could see were two giant white eyes.

“Maybe all you need is a word of encouragement to finally say hi to the guy.” A single tear escaped Y/N’s eye, but was wiped away by the hero that was now trying his best to comfort her. She’s heard this pep talk before, and she can never abide to those advices before. However, something about how sincere the hero sound when saying those words made her want to try and follow that advice for once in her life. She held his hand in hers to bring it down from her cheek and gave him a big smile and a sniffle.

“So, other than being a crime fighter, you’re also a therapist? what a talented guy”

the both of them erupted in laughter. Peter was glad that she finally lightened up after the sensitive topic.

“That is flattering of you, though I don’t consider that a good p-”

“It was enough” She smiled again.

It was enough.

“If you probably can’t tell, I’m smiling like crazy right now! but, umm... I’m really happy that you think those words were enough...” Now it was Peter’s turn to fiddle with his fingers. Vinny appeared in front of him and paused for a bit. Peter was prepared to deflect any of Vinny’s shenanigans when all of the sudden she wrapped herself on his arm and nuzzled his cheek.

“She says thank you” Y/N translated. She has never seen Vinny warm up to someone moments after she had just hung the poor boy today. It took Vinny a while to warm up to Thor since he always accidentally steps on her vines.

The sun was about to set, signaling it was time for the hero to go back out in the city to do his last patrols before turning in for the night.

“I gotta go now, but before that make a promise to me!” He held his pinky out for her to take with her own. With a confused face, she did wrap her pinky in his.

“I’m gonna come back here on Monday, same time as today. And when I do, I want a report on how it went with that guy you keep talking about,”

“Wha-”

Peter brought his finger up to her lips to stop her from complaining any further.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses! you gotta at least say hi to this guy. and don’t lie to me, I’ll know”

Y/N let out another sigh of surrender, she looked at him straight in the eye and said,

“What if he ignores me, or responds in a way that I might not like?”

Peter held the girl’s hand in his once again and squeezed it.

“Then he’s a total dumbass if he dares miss an opportunity to say hi or even wave!”

She laughed again. Her laugh was a genuine one. She wasn’t one to receive compliments, since she doesn’t really heed them any mind. For this one time though, she’ll take it as a boost of confidence for Monday.

“Alright Dr. Spiderman! I will heed your advice and give you a special report on Monday”

Peter let go of his hold on your hand and put them on his hips in a satisfactory response.

“Good, now I really need to go! you know, all in a day’s work for spiderman!” He dashed out of the greenhouse, and stood on the edge of the roof. Y/N followed behind him and watched as he jumped from the edge. She held on to the glass railing and saw that he was already swinging further and further away from him. She brought up her hands to her lips and started shouting.

“THANK YOU, SPIDERMAN!”

“Next, question! The moon Titan, orbits what planet in the solar system?”

The ding of a bell fills the room, and the sight of Peter raising his hand catches a certain someone’s eyes.

“Saturn!”

“That is correct, now on to the next-”

unbeknownst to Peter, Y/N was doing exactly what she does every other school day. She kept glancing in his direction every time he raised his hand to answer a question. Today was the day, she would finally go up to Peter and actually say hi to him. Every scenario she could think of was filling her brain. What if he doesn’t notice because she wasn’t loud enough? what if he ignores her because he doesn’t know her? what if he thinks she’s waving at someone else?

She shook her head to dismiss all the assumptions in her head. The team was finishing up their last round of questions before ending practice, and Peter was collecting his things while talking to Ned and MJ.

Y/N took a deep breath and headed straight for the door that led to the hall. Luckily there was a door that connected to the outside of the school. MJ had noticed Y/N walking up to them and gave her a wave and a smile.

She noticed the gesture and waved back, but sadly Peter didn’t notice the wave as he was too busy talking to Ned. She really wanted to back away and just run for the hills. Maybe she could make an excuse to the hero and explain how her nervousness got the better of her.

You gotta at least try and talk to the guy!

His words were replaying in her head. He was right, she at least had to try. If Peter did not want to respond than that’s his loss... Right?

Finally, you were in front of the group and looked at Peter’s way to say hi.

“Oh, this is Y/N by the way. The one holding the Star Wars comic is Ned,” Ned waved and gave a small hi to her.

“And this is Peter” When Peter heard his name being called, he looked up to see the girl MJ was referring to, which made his eyes widen and left him silent.

He took a good look at the same girl he met last week. It was the same girl who had her hair partially tied. Her outfit was different, compared to the worn-out denim overalls with the green and white shirt underneath. She was wearing something simple, a black skirt with a green sweater for the top. He made a mental note to remember that her signature color was probably green. He didn’t know for how long he stared at Y/N, but now he was starting to put the pieces together.

“Umm Peter?” The way she had described ‘the guy’ to him matched his own description. The fact that there was a large bush of flower by the window that was across him made him realize that he was a total ass for not noticing.

“Earth to Peter?” Peter got out of his daze and looked at the three people in front of him. He drifted his eyes from Y/N to the window and back again.

“Uh yeah yeah, Hey! I-I’m Peter” He put on a smile as he greeted the nervous girl.

for Y/N though, her heart was on fire and her brain had already melted the moment Peter set his eyes on hers. Gosh he actually just said hi! I hope he doesn’t think I’m weird or think I’m a stalker or-

She kept on rambling inside her head, developing even more ridiculous scenarios from the greetings Peter gave. Unfortunately for you but lucky for Peter, he knew you were getting nervous. The way you looked down and fiddled with your fingers gave it away.

“By the way Y/N I’ve been meaning to ask, what kind of flowers are those by the window?” Ned pointed to the window that showed the bush of flowers that she always took care of.

“Those are carnations, I was trying to see if they could grow in the school grounds, and it looks like it did!” Y/N smiled proudly that someone had taken noticed of her work.

“ya know, carnations symbolize admiration. Depending on the color, it can mean some form of it” She happily explained. Ever since she could talk to her plant friends, she grew interested in knowing the symbolism behind some plants.

“Oh, you’re into that stuff huh?” MJ Smirked.

“I try...”

“They’re really nice!” Peter chimed in. He was finally able to utter another sentence out of his mouth. He knew how much those plants meant to you, so of course he would complement them and your work. Heat rose to her cheeks and thanked him for the compliment with her soft voice.

MJ broke the awkwardness between them and said she had somewhere to be. Ned also said that he had to get back home to help his grandma with something. So now it was just the two of them in the hall. Y/N feels like this moment for her is enough for now, she took a step forward by saying hello to Peter, and for her that was enough of progress for her.

“Well, I guess you also have somewhere to be,” She was backing away slowly from Peter and had her hands behind her back.

“I’ll just leave no-” She turned and jogged to the door, until he stopped her.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?”

She stopped in her tracks and looked behind her. Now it was Peter’s turn to fiddle with his fingers while standing in the middle of the empty hall, waiting for your answer.

“As in right now?” She asked.

“If you’re free now, yeah...”

She blinked a few times and pinched herself in the arm, still in disbelief that the conversation they were having was now exceeding 5 minutes. That was ten times longer than she hoped for. Of course, she knew the answer to the question, she cleared her throat and looked straight in his direction and gave a soft smile.

“I’d like that, yeah...” Peter had the biggest smile and pulled out his signature laugh that the girl always had liked.

“Then meet me by the gate when you’re ready” With that Peter dashed out the door with each step having its own little beat.

when he was gone, Y/N made little jumps and turns while trying to contain her screams and laughter. The anxiety she felt before was now out of the window and was replaced with a boost of confidence that was never there.

“Oh wait, what about my report to Spiderman?” She made a humming sound while thinking of what to do with the promise she made to the hero that would swing by today after school.

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I was late

“Please Peter! Can’t you take one day off from being Spider-Man?”

Peter closed the refrigerator door and continued to walk to his room while you were trailing behind him. You’ve been trying to convince him for weeks to take just a day off from patrolling and go on a date with you. You can’t even enjoy ten minutes of alone time with each other before his phone alerted him of an emergency. Peter still gives you attention and hangs out with you, but those moment were usually spent in his apartment and they only lasted about ten minutes.

“I don’t think I can, remember the last villain that attacked the city? He’s still out there and I can’t let my guard down” he said as he opened the bottle cap and took a sip of his drink.

“You mean the Rhino man? Oh please, I saw what you did. His machine was broken because of you, and I don’t think he can come back in less than a day.” You took a seat on his bed while maintaining eye contact with him to show that you were really desperate to hang out with him.

“Yeah, but I can’t just assume he’s going to stop attacking just because I broke his toy. I still have to find a way to stop him and bring him to the authorities.” Peter sat next to you on his bed and gave you his signature sorry look. This was your weakness. He would always put on his puppy dog eyes and smooth his way out of your anger. But right now, you weren’t so much as angry, but just a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldn’t spend time with him more. Also, his reasoning wasn’t something you could refute as well.

You let out a groan while letting yourself fall to the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Now it was Peter’s turn to be sad. He knew that if he really went on a date with you and disaster strikes, he’d have to abandon the date and become the super hero persona he was and save the city. Neither option was good, but he rather not breaks a promise that he swore he would keep then ditch you 80% of the time. He scooted himself so that he was now next to you and held your hand in his. Peter hovered himself over you so that you could see the sincere look he had in his face right now.

“I’m really sorry. But I can promise you that the next time he comes back out into the city, I will stop him and make the police arrest him so that he doesn’t disturb our date night” He squeezed your hands tight and gave you his tight-lipped smile. This was also something Peter always did, and this was something you could always trust on. You sat up from your position and gave Peter a quick peck on the lips along with a smile.

“Okay...” You gave his hand a squeeze. You both giggled at the gestures and just stared into each other’s eyes. You never doubted Peter when he made promises like the on right now. This is one of the things that made you fall for him. He always knew when to make the right promises and not just empty ones. You got up from the bed and placed you knee on the bed next to Peter’s legs, continuing to wrap your arms around Peter’s neck while giving him a suggestive look. Peter took the hint and pulled you closer to himself and let you fall into his lap. His hands found your way to your hips and made tiny circles with his thumbs.

“But you, have to give me something to work with before I have to wait what could possibly a week or more for our date to happen...” You touched his nose with your finger and made a ‘boop’ sound. He always liked that gesture.

“Oh, and what might that be” Peter pulled you closer, your body aligning with his. You placed your forehead on his own and whispered the words to him.

“I think you already have something in mind, Tiger”

Peter shot his webs to a fallen brick and swung it at the Rhino, sending him tumbling to the ground. Rhino’s suit was now falling into pieces and he was running out of energy, but so was Peter. If he was being honest, the promise he made to you was the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins right now to put an end to rhino and his antics.

The rhino was on the ground, but Peter could tell he still had some energy left, he just didn’t know if he himself still had any. The rhino made a small laugh as he noticed Spider-Man was running out of energy.

“Foolish Spider-Man! In the end you are just a small human, while I myself am a G-” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, Peter shot multiple strands of webs on the rhino before finally triggering an electric shock to the suit and Rhino himself. Finally, he was down and Peter could let out a sigh of relief.

“Man, this guy never shuts up.” The sound of police sirens reached Peter’s ear; he quickly webbed the fallen rhino so that he wouldn’t try anything funny in case he woke up. He shot a web into the distance and swung himself from roof to roof. Just as he was about to land on his apartment roof, the wind picked up and sent a flyer in Peter’s way, causing it to get stuck on his face. Peter lost control and accidentally let go of his web. Luckily, he was already hovering over his roof, but he still had a bad crash landing. Great, first a broken rib, now a dirty old flyer is stuck on my face, he thought to himself. He let out a groan and took the flyer out of his view, he was about to just crumble up the paper and throw it across the roof, until the title of the flyer caught his eye. He took of his mask and had a grin plastered on his face. Peter took out his phone and dialed your number before anything else interrupted him

You checked yourself again in the mirror and adjusted your outfit one last time. You wore dark blue bell bottom jeans that had a streak of red running from the top to the bottom of your jeans, pairing it with a simple cropped tank top that had a subtle floral pattern to it. You felt the outfit was appropriate, considering the theme of your date.

“a what?” you asked. You were watching the news and saw that Peter had just defeated the Rhino. When that news dropped, you jumped up from your couch and cheered. knowing that your boyfriend finally put an end to a villain’s antic, but also knowing that now you had a date night with him. Your parents were in the same room and looked like they just saw a crazy person. Thankfully, Peter called at the right time and you excused yourself to your room.

“I found this flyer about a grand opening of a roller skate rink this Friday! I thought that this could be our long-awaited date night. I did make a promise to you after all.” Hearing him say that he remembered the promise he had made, sent your heart flying. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if he deviated from the promise a little, but the fact that he fulfilled it made you melt.

“How ‘bout this Saturday? My parents are going to be out of town until Monday, so we have the weekend all to ourselves...” There was something suggestive with the way you stretched that last sentence. But Peter was too excited to take you out on your anticipated date that he didn’t catch that.

“Great! so I’ll see you at Saturday. I’ll pick you up at six!” and with that Peter ended the call and left you dumbfounded. You stared at the phone in your hand, looking at the screen that was now blank.

And now here you were, adjusting the headband on your head and tugging the ends of your top while looking at yourself in the mirror. Your phone vibrated on your night stand and showed a message that came from Peter.

Peter - I’m outside!

You took one last look in the mirror and grabbed your shoes and purse. Taking your house keys along with you and finally locking the door to your apartment. Peter could hear you running down the stairs as your high heels kept tapping against the floor. Once you finally made it out of the front door lobby, Peter swore he forgot to breathe. He still couldn’t believe he got a girl like you. You waved goodbye to the guard in the lobby and went down the small flight of stairs. Once you saw Peter, you picked up the pace and gave him a big tight hug. You haven’t seen him since he arrested the Rhino two days ago, and now not only do you get to see your boyfriend again, but you get to see him in a new style.

He would’ve usually worn a hoodie or sweater and a pair of jeans. Sometimes he would ‘mix it up’ and go for a plain graphic t-shirt that had science puns written on them. You didn’t hate them though if you were being honest. No, the man standing in front of you was like a totally different person. He had his hair styled in a way you could only describe, Danny from Grease. There was no denying it, his hair still maintained his usual style you see every other day, but the clothes he wore just sold it to you. He had a plain white T shirt under him that looked like he wore it tight on purpose so that you could see his toned body still. You now for a fact that Peter does not own a leather jacket, so seeing him wear one now made you think he probably just bought it. The black pants and shoe he wore just completed the look for him.

You backed away from Peter and clapped your hands at his fashion choice.

“Damn Parker! If I knew you were going to dress up as Danny, I might as well change and turn into your Sandy!” Peter gave you a chuckle, a hint of blush was on his cheek right now after the comment you just gave.

“Actually, May helped. Like a lot! she kept complaining that I always wear the same clothes so, might as well give a new style a try.” He shrugged his shoulder.

“Well tell May I love it! she should style you more often. Now c’mon stud! take me to our date.” Peter offered you his arm for you to loop around. You taking the gesture, responded by holding unto his arm with the biggest smile on your face.

Moments later, you both finally made it to the roller skate rink. The place was quite packed, but Peter assured you that you both would still be able to enjoy the experience. The cool air hitting your face as you swung the door open. Laughter filled the room, along with background music that dated back to probably the 60’s or even further keeping the theme of disco alive. Now you were definitely sure you wore the right costume. You both went up to the counter to rent a locker and two pairs of roller skates.

You were genuinely nervous, since it’s been a long time since you’ve skated but at least these had four wheels, so what could go wrong. Tying the las knot on your shoes, you got up from the bench and walked carefully to the rink where Peter was already waiting for you by the entrance.

“I have to warn you, I’m not much of an expert in roller skating.” You said as you put one of your feet on the rink, already feeling the wheel start to take over. Once you settled your other foot in the rink, your body started to wobble and lose it balance. Peter noticed you struggling a bit, but he was quick on his feet and caught you before your butt met the floor. Your hands holding unto his arm while the other circled his neck for more support, Peter chuckled when he met your nervous gaze.

“I can see that, but no worries. I promise I won’t let go.” You gave him a sheepish smile and slowly stood up while still holding unto Peter for support. Peter slowly guided you to the middle of the rink, still holding your hand as you moved your legs left and right. You were still kind of shaking, but once you got into the rhythm of it, you were doing ok so far. Though, you really didn’t want to let go of Peter’s hand. The song that played throughout the rink were ones you were familiar thanks to your parents. Songs from Earth, Wind and Fire, Elvis Presley, ABBA and many more were playing while you struggled to keep yourself balanced.

Once both of you were in the middle of the rink and you could stand on your own with both of your hands still in Peter’s, a familiar song starts to play. The opening sound of the trumpet assured you that it was the song that your grandparents and parents still listened to. The beat from the song helped you sway your feet, making you more stable on the rink. Peter noticed that you were in the groove and let go his right hand from you, but the other still intertwined with yours.

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

You noticed Peter was no standing right next to you and was nudging you to start skating forward. You both swayed your feet to the beat, your hands holding each other so that they won’t let go.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Peter was glad that he now had the time to enjoy your company and go back on your little dates. He was so busy ever since the Rhino came and attacked that he realized that he had been away from you for far too long. Now all he could do was stare at you and how happy you looked while skating.

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

the sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

You noticed that Peter had been staring at you for quite some time. You turned your face to him and saw him have his sweet smile plastered on his face. Your cheeks started to turn pink, and you could only give him a goofy smile out of embarrassment. You treasured this moment with him, you never know what would happen to him with his kind of job. So, you swore you would enjoy every second you were with him.

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

“I missed this.” You spoke.

“Me too.” Peter responded and gave your hand a tight squeeze. You both have been circling the rink like the other people. You could tell there were mostly couples, but also some little kids enjoying their time with their friends. Peter let go of your hand and placed them on your hips, bringing you closer to his own.

I love you baby,

and if it's quite alright I need you baby

to warm the lonely night

I love you baby

Trust in me when I say

You both slowed down, wanting to just enjoy the moment together, while the other skaters were enjoying their fun. You skated your way in front of Peter, to get a real look at him. You held both of his hands, now as if you were the one guiding him. Peter skated a bit closer to you, closing the gap that was once in between you. Both of your skates losing the momentum and come to a full stop. Y

Oh, pretty baby,

don't bring me down I pray

Oh pretty baby,

now that I've found you stay

and let me love you baby

Let me love you

You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck, bringing his forehead down to touch your own. Still staring into each other’s eyes, you both had a silly grin. You swore you saw a glimmer in his hazelnut eyes, as he also thought the same about your own. Peter slowly leaned into your face with his eyes starting to close. You did the same to your own and waited for his sweet lips to touch your cherry lipstick. Both of your harts beating at the same rate, wanting nothing more but a sweet kiss to happen after a tiring week of not seeing each other as often as you both would like. Your faces getting closer and closer, the sensation of both your lips together sent you body into a frenzy.

“I WIN!” the sound of a giggly toddler rang in your ear, along with the impact of the toddler’s skates that made you trip on your own skates, interrupting the moment you had with Peter. Luckily, his hands were on your hip, so he was able to catch you before you slipped and fell. The toddler noticed that they accidentally tripped you and apologized sincerely. Usually, you would glare at someone for interrupting you and Peter, but you let it slide since you were in a happy mood. You assured the toddler that it was okay and they continued to skate away.

You heard the sound of laughter coming from your boyfriend. You also thought that the whole scene was hilarious, so you joined in and laughed as well.

“C’mon lover boy, we still have the whole night to enjoy ourselves” you said, holding his hand once again and continued to skate along to the song hand in hand.

The night went on with you and Peter skating around the rink, either hand in hand or chasing each other just for the fun of it. You didn’t mind though; you cherished the moments whenever you could.

The sound of two teenagers giggling in the middle of the night filled the air. You and Peter were such in a bubbly mood that you two started to sing Whitney Houston’s iconic song, I Wanna Dance with Somebody. one legged swung, followed by the other. You were starting to wonder if people would call the cops on you for a noise complaint, but you both didn’t care. Peter forgot how it felt to let loose with you. He was always so tense after every battle with the Rhino, that he forgot what fun meant. Lucky for him, you always reminded him what it meant, like the night right now.

Suddenly, a you heard the sound of your ringtone from your phone that was inside your purse. You and Peter stopped in your tracks so you could answer the call.

“Hello? ~” the sound of your laughter was still present in the way you greeted the person on the other side. Once you recognized the voice on the other side, your face morphed into confusion. Mumbling a couple of yes and okays, you said the words “I love you! drive safe” into the phone and ended the call. Peter saw the frown on your face and shoulders slumped.

“That was my mom... She said something went wrong so they had to cancel their trip. They’re gonna be back by tomorrow evening...” Peter knew what that meant. You both were looking forward to spending the two nights alone together, catching up on the days you missed each other because of the Rhino. Now the pacing of your feet was slow, hinting at the disappointment you were having due to your plans now ruined.

Peter caught up to you and put a hand on your right shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your head for reassurance.

“If I may add something,” Peter said

“They did say evening tomorrow. Not morning...” You stopped again in your tracks, slowly a smirk started to form on your lips knowing where Peter was going with this. Hands folded on your arms, you rested your whole-body weight on one end of the foot, making your hips stand out. Peter couldn’t wait to tell you that those jeans just highlighted the features from the waist down. Maybe you should wear that more often.

“Parker, are you thinking of what I’m thinking.” As if a switch flipped in your head, your voice, the way you walked towards him, and the aura you were giving off was now a totally new personality. And you knew Peter liked it.

His hands now placed on your hips; eyes now filled with something more than what it was back at the rink.

“Your place isn’t that far if I just swing us there.” You chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulder to hold unto.

“Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and swing me Tiger!”