𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Single | Peter Parker

Peter couldn't stop staring at you, even if he tried.

You were just too gorgeous, it was as if you were a mixed reincarnation of the goddesses: Aphrodite, Athena and Hera.

He doesn't even know if the two of you should be alone together - that's how obvious his crush is.

The two of you are best friends, so basically - wherever he was you were too.

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"Peter, I didn't know you were such a romantic." You called from the other side of the couch, "'I don't ever mind sharing oxygen, I just wanna get lost in your lungs.' Who's that for Pete?"

Peter felt himself blush as you read his recent post out loud, one that had been for you, "It's none of your business."

"C'mon." You pleaded, scooting over to his side, "It's not like I'm some stranger - I'm your best friend."

Peter pretended to think about it for a moment, "Nope."

"Please." You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Nope." Peter repeated, popping the 'p'.

"Is it Gwen?" You asked, trying to mask your jealousy for the blonde-haired, smart girl.

"What?" He asked, bewildered, "Of course not. Gwen and I are just friends."

"Then who is it?" You whined.

"Not telling you." Peter said, before standing up and heading to the kitchen in search of the tin can that held Aunt May's cookies.

"You can't keep your secrets forever Pete!" You called out, determined to know who the post was for.

If you couldn't be his girlfriend, then you might as well be his wingwoman.

—

You stared at the lightened screen of your phone, the poetic words of your best friend's latest tumblr post imprinting themselves in your brain.

"You know you got all my attention. You know you got all mine."

Gently knocking on the door of the Parker household, you rocked on the balls of your feet.

"Hello Y/N!" Aunt May smiled as she opened the door, "It's so nice to see you again. Come in!"

"Is Peter home?" you asked, following her inside.

She shook her head, "He went out to do whatever Peter does when he's out."

"Good." You breathed out relieved, "I actually came here to ask you something."

"Oh," Aunt May smiled, intrigued, "well let me get some tea first then we can have a chat. It's been so long since I've had a good one."

—

"So," Aunt May said, setting two steaming cups of tea down on the table, "what's up?"

"Well," you grinned nervously, "it's actually about Peter."

"Ooh," She giggled, "Now this is getting interesting. What about Peter?"

"Has he mentioned anything to you about...being interested in someone?" You asked.

"Maybe, why?" She said, sipping her drink.

You watched the steam rising to mix in with the atmosphere, "Well, I've just been noticing that lately his posts are romantic. Like, it's what he actually wants to say to the person he's interested in."

Aunt May remained quiet, contemplating whether or not she should tell you - she was growing impatient over how long Peter was taking...

"I asked him and he outright refuses to tell me. So, I thought he might've mentioned a thing or two to you." You continued.

Oh. Aunt May realized that you still haven't had a hint on what Peter felt about you.

"He kinda did mention that he had his eye on someone." She said.

Pushing down the pang of jealousy that rose up in your chest, you questioned, "Did he happen to mention who it was?"

Aunt May shook her head with a small smile, "Sorry dear."

"It's okay Aunt May." You smiled reassuringly before completely changing the topic.

—

Having just finished your homework, you made your way down to the kitchen to get a snack.

To your surprise, you heard Peter talking to your father. Maybe with a bit of motive to eavesdrop, you stayed hidden by the side.

"Sir, I know she's been hurt before. I've seen her go through that pain and I hate seeing her in pain. Because of that, I understand how you're being careful about who you allow to have her heart - but I promise you that I'll take care of her." Peter said, "The last thing I want to do is break her heart."

Your father sighed, "Fine. You can ask her out. But Parker, I swear if you break her heart - I'm coming after you and not even Spider-Man can stop me."

You smiled at the prospect of your father not knowing that Peter was actually the vigilante himself.

But your mind kept on replaying the conversation you had just eavesdropped on, Peter had wanted to ask you out.

So, did that mean that his posts had been for you all along?

Deciding to step out of your hiding place, you held back a laugh at Peter's flabbergasted expression upon seeing you.

"Y-Y/N/N!" He managed to stutter out, not knowing what to say, "H-how long have you been standing there?"

Your father gave you a small smile, "I'll leave you two to it."

Peter avoided your gaze, looking down at his feet, "So..."

"I would love to go out with you, Peter." You grinned.

Both of his brows shot up in surprise, "Yeah..."

You giggled, kissing his cheek, "I'll see you Saturday."

He nodded, still dumbfounded, "Perfect.."