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witchywolfewood27 · 2 months

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Valentine's Date

Summary: You find yourself alone with Loki on Valentine’s day. He decides to keep you company and to give you what you need.

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Avenger plus size female reader

Word count: 4142

Warning: Injuries, fatshaming, self depreciation. If you see anything, don't hesitate to tell me

A/N: Happy Valentines day everybody. It’s not really a full story about Valentines Day but I still hope you will like it.

You were wearing your most comfortable pyjamas, pink and fluffy, you had big socks and a big vest on top of it while you were under a blanket. It was your favourite outfit to watch a movie by yourself. You were watching your favourite romantic comedy. You have seen it at least thirty times but you couldn't stop watching it. It was your comfort movie. Today, you needed it a little bit. All your teammates were out on a date so you were left alone. You weren't mad. That was good for them to be able to celebrate Valentines Day with their significant other. You just had nobody to celebrate with. You were too into your movie to realise that the place next to you drown a bit.

"You really like this movie don't you?"

You jumped, not expecting someone to talk to you. Your heartbeat fasten like crazy before you realised who it was.

"What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be on a date today?"

"I thought I would take some time off dating. People expect too much of this Valentines Day."

"What? You can't bear to bring flowers or a gift for one of your friend?"

You never judged the tall mischievous God. He was living his life fully and that was good for him. You also knew that he didn't have a girlfriend but a lot of one night stand. You wondered if it was his choice or theirs.

"If I start to do that, they will think that it’s more than what it is."

"I see. So you are here alone tonight."

"It seems that it was the best plan. If not, you would have been alone."

"You want to keep me company?"

Loki and you were teammates. It arrived from time to time that you would do things together like reading or with the team but you never watched a movie alone with him. You weren’t sure he would actually like this one.

"If you want me too."

"Sure. The more the merrier. I am just not sure you will like it. It’s kind of very girly."

“Let’s try it.”

He saw a little bit of the movie while he was making tea. He wasn’t sure he would actually like it but it would probably not hurt him to much to try. He knew that he needed to make some efforts to be more part of the team. He thought that it would be the perfect moment to try. You were always nice to him even after what he did and never tried to blame him. He knew that it didn’t mean that you were forgiving his acts but he was trying and it was good enough for you. You told him once and he believed you. He just needed to not screw up again. You took back your place, giving a piece of your blanket to Loki.

You explained a bit the movie before putting play again. After a while, you saw Julia Roberts coming back to Hugh Grant in his strange Londonian house. You didn’t like the roommate of his character but with time, you were use to it. You saw them kiss and your body was filling with envy.

"I miss that."

"Miss what?"

"I miss having someone to kiss."

Loki looked at you. You were still facing the screen.

"You must kiss a lot of people."

You were taken aback by his statement. You looked at him.

"What make you thing that?"

"Because you are a wonderful mortal and very pretty."

Your cheeks pinked at the compliment.

"Thank you but no, I don't kiss a lot of people."

The God found it strange. He didn’t really know if you were dating or not. You were always quiet and often unseen at night. He supposed that you had your fair share of lovers or people to sleep with.

He wanted to make you happy at this moment. He couldn’t help himself.

"Do you want us to kiss?"

You looked at him big eyes. You were really surprised by his question. Seeing how you were looking at him, Loki was afraid that he made a mistake, taking back his question.

"I didn’t want to offend you, we don't have to."

"It's just... I was not saying that for you to ask me to kiss you."

"I know darling. I am asking you because we are both alone tonight and it seems like you need a little something."

You looked at him a bit suspicious. When you see that he is not lying, your heartbeat comes back to normal

"Alright, but just for tonight."

"Just for tonight."

He brings you closer to him. You look at his lips, which seems really soft before looking at him in his eyes. You grip his shirt before leaning to kiss him. In the beginning, you were a bit shy. Even if it is a one-time thing, you don't want him to regret asking you to kiss him. His lips were soft, so soft. You got lost in the kiss. He deepened it, taking control of the situation. Carefully, he lies you down on the sofa. You found the bottom of his shirt. You caress him. He shivers at your contact but doesn't stop you. Your legs circle him. You don't want him to stop kissing you. You make out for more than half an hour. It was supposed to be only kissing right but you didn’t want it to end. You could feel your panties damped in your wetness. Nobody had ever kissed you like him. At the beginning, it was slow but now, it felt like the passion was off chart, fighting for the control, moaning in each other mouth. He started to rock his hips against yours. You gripped his shoulders before he broke the kiss.

"Do you more darling?"

"Please, yes, please."

He magically transported both of you into his bedroom. He didn't wait a second more before removing your clothes by magic.

“You don’t have to leave.”

You turn to look at Loki bringing back a cloth to clean you. You thought he went to the bathroom to clean himself and that it was a clue for you to leave.

“In general, I see your friends leave as soon as it’s over.”

“That’s true but this is not the same thing.”

“Loki, I thought we said”

“Yes, we did Darling but Valentine’s Day is not over yet so if you want to stay, you can, if you don’t, you don’t have to.”

“Can we cuddle?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

You go back to bed giggling. You let him clean you before taking you in his arms. It felt good, really good. You felt protected and loved. It was just for the night but it felt really nice to have someone to spend the night with.

After that night; you saw Loki more and more at the team events. It might have been just a movie, game nights or diner nights that often finished in stories time. It was nice to see him trying his best to integrate the team. His demeanour was changing slowly but surely. You liked to see him like this, accessible and kinder. You became closer and after you suggested one time to have another night together, it became something regular. You both were clear that it was only to release some tensions and for you to have nice intercourse with someone that was here for you. It was actually the perfect friendship. He was making sure that you learned new technics to not get hurt and you were making sure that he was not offending someone with his comments. He couldn’t help himself to sometimes be a bit too much of a God and not be careful enough with his sayings. The team was used to it but you still thought that helping him might be a good thing if he had to one day speak to the public.

It wasn’t until a few nights ago that you realised that it wasn’t enough for you. That night, you saw a woman leaving Loki’s bedroom. You felt jealous. You thought that things were good between you and didn’t actually expected for your friend to have someone else over. It made you feel insecure. Weren’t you good enough for him? Did he actually prefer her? Was he doing this just for you and wasn’t satisfied? After all, he was a God and you were a simple mortal, not as pretty as the woman leaving the building. You looked at yourself. Of course, he would prefer this other woman. How could he like a small, plus size woman with too much weight on her?

In the beginning, you thought that it was actually nothing. You weren’t really jealous and it will pass away. The problem is, it wasn’t just a thought that came that night. Now, when you were seeing him, you felt your heart beat faster and butterflies waking up when his eyes found yours, his smile widening when he realised that you were in the same room as him. You didn’t thought anything more that the fact that he was still seeing you as a friend when it was now clear that you felt more for him. How could you not? He was the person that you grew the closest to in the last five months. He was always here for you but now, everything felt different. It was just a friends with benefit relationship for him when you wanted more. So you decided that you needed to change that. You decided that it was time to find a boyfriend. Your relationship with Loki was a safety net. You didn’t need more until now.

After you told Loki that you had a boyfriend and couldn’t continue the agreement that you had with him, the God got confused. He didn’t understand why everything changed so suddenly. You didn’t tell him that you were looking for someone else. He tried to found answers from Natasha. You were close to her and he hoped she could help him but she didn’t know more than him. He tried to not show how much your decision affected him. He thought that you were happy with him and the way the things were between you. He never thought that you would stop everything without talking to him. You really did see him just as a friend that you slept with.

It has been four months since you started to date Stefan. Tonight was your anniversary. You told him that you had a surprise for him and to not plan anything. You brought him to Tony's party. You knew he was a big fan of him and all the Avengers in general. It was the occasion for Stefan to meet all of them. You told him to put a nice suit and to follow you.

Once you arrived at the party, you tried to find your friends. You could see some of them. You presented your boyfriend and they start to talk. After a while, you needed to fill your drink. You saw Loki at the bar, your heart stopped. You wouldn't get used to him being this magnificent. He was wearing a black suit with a green shirt. His eyes found yours and he smiled at you. He took his drink to meet you. You started to talk. It has been a while since you were just in his company. You missed him, you miss the way it was easy to talk to him about everything. You talked for a long time, laughing at what he was saying. Your boyfriend came to find you.

"Hey, I thought you abandoned me."

"No, sorry, I was just talking to Loki. Stefan, this is Loki, Loki, this is Stefan, my boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you."

“You too.”

After the three of you talked for a while, Loki would have never thought that you would fall for someone so small and so ordinary. You needed someone that was putting you first, that could make you see things, everything that you wanted. Your boyfriend seemed the opposite of what you told him that you wanted in a man. He could feel that something was off even if Stefan seemed nice. He was so confused of what could have made this happen. You deserved better. You deserved the world and all the galaxies. You deserved to be treated as a queen.

The night with your boyfriend went well. He finally met his heroes and everybody seemed to like him. Once he left for work, you decided to go back in the compound for an early training. You enter the kitchen happy of this new day.

"Hi everybody."

"Good morning."

You took a mug in the cupboard. You could feel the tension in the room. It was really strange. You turned to look back at your teammates.

"What's going on?"

"We don't want to intrude or anything."

"What are you talking about?"

Nobody really wanted to say. It wasn't really their place, but at the same time, you were their friend. Tony couldn't help himself. He knew that even if you lashed on him, you would forgive him on day. You didn’t always see eye to eye but you knew he had your back.

"Something with your boyfriend is wrong."

"What are you talking about?"

"He seemed false like he was hiding something."

"You don't even know him. He was just anxious to meet you."

"No, it felt like something else."

You looked at all of them. They seem to agree. You started to get mad. You knew he wasn't the perfect man, but nothing was wrong with him. You knew he wouldn't hurt you or anybody else. Like if the last nail needed to be put, Loki entered the room smiling.

"Good morning."

"Yeah yeah, good morning."

You left the room, too angry to talk. They saw him only once and they thought they knew what was happening. They didn't. How could they say things like? It seemed like things went very well and now, they talked about your boyfriend behind your back. You went to the gym to train yourself and relieve some tension. You couldn’t believe that they told you that. You shook your head. No, nothing was wrong with him.

You were back in the Quinjet walking with difficulties. A grenade with picks blew up in front of you and almost killed you. Loki threw himself in front of you to block the deadly picks coming toward you. You helped each other to leave the building and coming back alive. You didn’t expect the base to be full of traps. It seemed like Hydra was putting more efforts on trying to kill you.

Once everybody was on board, Steve went to talk to you.

“Y/N, what happened? You need to be more careful. If Loki hadn’t been here, you would probably be dead by now.”

“Mistakes happen Cap or did you never do one?”

Your tone was harsh, very different of what he was use to.

“Hey hey, I am just saying”

You interrupted him.

“Saying what? That I screw up? Yes, I did and this why we have teammates to help us. Not that I wanted to endanger anybody in the first place.”

Steve looked at you surprised. You never talked to him like this before. He knew that something was wrong put couldn’t say what.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

“Why do something has to bother me? Drop it Cap. It was a simple mistake.”

You didn’t want to lash on him. He was always the sweetest and he always tried his best to be a good captain. You just didn’t have it in you to talk. The picks were still hurting you. You started to remove them one by one, clenching your teeth.

It’s been two days since you came back from the mission. You were still on hinge, and you needed time for yourself. You weren’t still heal and you could still feel where the picks found their way inside your body. After your shower, you went to bed to read a little bit but stumble your toe in the foot of your desk. You started to curse and throw yourself on the bed, tears dripping.

Loki was passing by when he heard sniffles coming from your room. He hadn't really talked to you since the morning in the kitchen which was three months ago, but he wasn't about to let you be sad. He knocked at your door. You tried your hardest not to respond.

"Darling, it's me. Please let me know what is disturbing you. Would you open the door for me?"

You didn't want to. You knew that if you saw him, you would just want to hug him and feel his warmth. This is what you were longing for. He called your name another time, telling you that he would let himself in if he had to. You moved from your bed.

"Yes?"

"What is going on?"

"Nothing."

"You have been crying. I know that you don't want to talk to me anymore but I am here for you."

You touch his shirt, removing the hair that felt on it before looking at him. Your eyes fill with tears again.

"Y/N, I don't know what happened and what I did to you but please just let me apologize.”

“It’s nothing really, I just hurt my toe.”

“What else?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

Tears fall again on your cheeks. Talking was harder and harder.

“Can I see?”

You nodded. You knew that he wouldn’t leave you without having the full story. He touches your forehead softly. When he entered your memory, it seemed recent, like less than a week recent. He follows the images. He can see you in a leaving room.

“What are you talking about? Why do you want to break up? I thought we were happy.”

“I found someone better than you. Someone that take care of themselves, that isn’t fat like you and that isn’t always away. I never see you because you are always somewhere else.”

“Who is she?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me. Who is she? You at least owe me that.”

“I don’t owe you anything but if you really want to know, it’s Alecia.”

“Apartment 54 Alecia?”

“Yes.”

Your shoulders fall. You had your suspicions but he told you that he wasn’t interested by her and that he only wanted you.

“You just used me to get what you wanted.”

You turned your back on him before looking him in the eyes again.

“Everybody told me that something was off with you. I thought they were wrong because they couldn’t say what it was. It appears that I was a fool to not trust them. You just wanted to meet Tony because you are a big fan, you wanted to meet the Avengers. You never cared about me. I am surprised that it took you so long to break up with me.”

You couldn’t get yourself to be angry, you felt like none of this really matter. Everybody was right, you were wrong. However, you needed to know one last thing.

“When I told you that she wanted to make a move on you, she already did, didn’t she? You were already sleeping with her?”

He couldn’t look at you. You took his head in your hands to make him look into your eyes.

“Yes, I was.”

You slapped him. You told him that you were coming back the next day to take your things and that it would be better if you didn’t saw him or her.

The memory faded. Loki was back in front of you, rage cursing into his veins. He hurt you. He hurt the sweet little thing that you are and he couldn’t accept it. He knew something wasn’t right with your boyfriend but he never knew what it was.

"I am going to kill him"

"You can’t, he is an innocent."

"He isn't innocent. He cheated on you and he lied to you."

You turned your back on the Prince.

“It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t like I thought I would spend the rest of my life with him anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

Loki touched your shoulder for you to finally look at him.

"There is one thing that you need to know. I can’t continue like this. It's not your fault. It’s not you, it's me."

Loki was anxious now.

"I heard that in Misgard, that means that it's actually my fault."

"Well, in general, yes, but not this time."

You took an inspiration.

"I started to date him because I knew that I couldn’t never be with you. I love you Loki, more than a friend should, and I know that I am not good enough for you. I am not as tall as you and not as slim. My thighs, my belly and my boobs are ten the size of the supermodels that you date and my life has been so boring that you couldn't find me interesting. I can’t pretend that I only want to be your friend or your teammate. I need to let you go and this is time. I was a fool to pretend that being with someone else will help me."

"And who decided that you weren’t what I wanted?"

You looked at him confused.

"You can't tell me that you don't want a supermodel like the one was with you at Tony’s Party.”

"Who decided?"

"I did, I guess."

"This is what I thought."

He took his time to look at you, all of you. He couldn’t believe what you told him before. He wasn’t mad that you liked him more than a friend or thought that you to shouldn’t see each other until you were over him. No, he was mad because you depreciated yourself. He was mad because you decided who he should like and be with.

"See, there is one thing that you don't understand Darling. It's that appearances are often a game. The supermodel she plays her part perfectly. She plays the sexy card that this world wants her to play, but you? You play the sexy and hot card that I love you to play. You are shorter than me? Great, I can kiss your head when you are angry, sad, or just because I want to. You have big tights, a big stomach and a big derriere? Good, that means that I have more to love, to look at, to admire, and to die into."

He brings you closer to him.

"You find your life boring when I find it fascinating. When I was thirty years old, I didn't do as many thing as you did. You live fast because you have a shorter amount of time to live but it doesn't mean that your life isn't interesting."

He kisses you softly, and you let yourself melt in his arms.

"I love you so much, and you didn't even realise it. You thought that was just something meaningless to me. In the beginning, it was, but I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your smile and with you laugh. I fell in love with the way you are moving and tackling things. I fell in love with the way your body responds to me. I fell in love with all of you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life loving you and your beautiful body. I never want to hear you say that you are too big again. This man fat shamed you and made you doubt yourself. I want you to believe my words when I tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw and that I want to be every second with you. I love you like I never imagine I could."

"I love you so much Loki."

He kissed you again, pushing you into your bed. He caressed your face and your full body, telling you how beautiful you are and how long he has been waited for you to be his. He cuddle you until you fell asleep in his arms against his wet tee-shirt. You couldn’t stop crying between happy tears, sad tears and exhaustion.

He promised himself to go scare your ex boyfriend with the help of the other Avengers, making him pay for what he said and did to you. You might be his now but he needed to avenge you. If you weren’t ready to do it yourself, he will. He did not care that he would be seen as dangerous or cruel.

@mochie85 ❤️

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witchywolfewood27 · 4 months

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A Film By Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out

warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia

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Of course he went for Liz.

Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.

But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.

“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.

“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.

“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.

“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.

“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.

“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.

“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.

“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.

“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”

“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”

“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”

“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.

“The one with the flies-“

“We know.” Peter cut him off.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.

“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.

“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.

“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”

Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.

“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“

“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.

“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.

“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”

You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.

“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.

“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.

“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.

“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.

“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”

“Then about that time on the bus?”

“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”

“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.

“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”

“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.

“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.

“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.

“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.

“But what about that time-“

“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.

“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”

“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”

“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”

“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.

“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.

“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.

“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.

“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.

Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.

“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.

“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.

“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”

“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.

“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”

“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.

“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”

“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.

“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.

“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.

“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”

“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.

“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.

“Yeah. What do you want to do?”

Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.

“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.

“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.

“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.

“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”

“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.

“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.

“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.

“Duh. Lily.”

“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.

“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.

“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.

“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.

After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.

“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.

“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.

“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.

Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.

“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.

“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.

“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.

“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.

“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.

“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.

“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”

“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.

“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.

“I mean-“

“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.

“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.

“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.

“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”

“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.

“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.

“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”

“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”

“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.

“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”

“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.

“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”

“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.

You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.

“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.

“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.

“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.

“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.

“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.

“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”

“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.

“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”

It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.

“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.

“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”

“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.

“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.

Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.

Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.

“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.

“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”

“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.

“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.

“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.

“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.

Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.

“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.

“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”

“Knew it.” You snorted.

“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”

“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”

“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.

“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.

“Ow. My ribs.”

“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”

“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.

“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.

“Is it bad?”

“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.

“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”

“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”

“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”

“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.

“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.

“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“

“Little?” He interrupted.

“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”

“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.

“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.

“Never heard of it.”

“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.

“Huh?”

“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.

“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.

“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”

“Really? What’s it about?”

“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.

“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.

“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”

“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.

“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”

“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.

“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.

“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.

“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.

“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“

“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.

“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.

“May.” He said warningly.

“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.

“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.

“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.

“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”

“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.

“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.

“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.

You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.

Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.

“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.

“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.

“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.

“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”

“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”

“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.

“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.

“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.

“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.

“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”

He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.

“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.

“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.

“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.

“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.

“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”

“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”

“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”

“That’s awesome.” You lied.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”

“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.

“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.

Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.

“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.

“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”

“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”

“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”

“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”

“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.

“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”

“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”

“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”

“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.

“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”

“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.

“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”

“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”

“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.

“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”

“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.

“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”

“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.

“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.

“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.

“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.

“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.

“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.

“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.

“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”

“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”

“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”

“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”

You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.

“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”

“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.

“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.

“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”

“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.

“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.

“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”

“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.

“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.

“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.

“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.

“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.

“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.

“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”

“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.

“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.

“You wouldn’t? Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.

“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.

“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”

“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.

“You’re not?”

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.

“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.

“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.

“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.

“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”

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