Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Pizza time

Peter Parker raced (or at least tried to) down the streets of New York on his moped. Choked by traffic: he leaves his vehicle safely locked on the sidewalk and runs through traffic and into an alley. A man watches suspiciously at the odd behaviour. A few seconds later: Peter re-emerges with his Spider-Man costume on and the pizza in hand as he swings away.

Man: Hey... he stole that guy's pizza!

Spidey swings across the skyscrapers and eventually locks onto Gwen and Y/n's apartment.

Spider-Man: I'm coming paycheck... and friends.

A knock on the door makes a reluctant Gwen rise from the sofa and open up to find Peter Parker holding a slightly damaged pizza box.

Peter Parker: Pizza time...

Gwen stares at her wristwatch, he is seven minutes late.

Gwen: You're late, I'm not paying for those.

Y/n then barges past her with a few dollar bills in his hand.

Y/n: Yes we are. Oh, hey again.

This was Y/n's third encounter with Parker outside of the superhero world. For him it was no more than a friendly acquaintance however Parker struggled pretending not to know a friend.

Peter Parker: Uhh, hey. Enjoy.

Parker abruptly takes the money and leaves, not even bothering them for a tip. Y/n stands bewildered at the door with the food in his hands.

Gwen: Hey! Hurry up, it's getting cold!

Y/n dashes over to the coffee table where Gwen has set out two plates and filled champagne glasses with Coca Cola.

Y/n: Breaking the fine china out?

Gwen: It's our first meal home since Mojo. Figured it warranted celebrating.

Y/n smirks and sets the pepperoni pizza down on the table, portioning it out between the plates. Gwen turns on Finding Nemo and shares a quick kiss with Y/n before settling in for their night. Gwen finds herself awakening the next morning, sun seeping through the blinds. She peels a piece of pepperoni from her cheek and eats it- cringing at its stale state. She looks down at her sleeping partner, summarising that they fell asleep on the sofa.

Gwen: StanLee?

StanLee: Yes, Ms. Poole?

Gwen: Play the alarm for mommy.

StanLee: I am not your son.

StanLee plays a loud siren which wakes Y/n and sends both him and his girlfriend to the couch.

Y/n: Huh... what?

Gwen: Morning, sleepy.

Y/n: Would it kill you to let me sleep?

Gwen: We've got a busy day ahead of us, babe.

Y/n: Doing what?

Gwen: Looking for a new place.

Gwen shows Y/n a sincere smile as it transpires that she took his words to heart. Cut to both of them in Norma clothes walking down the streets and into a realtors office.

Realtor: So what kind of home did you two have in mind?

Gwen: I mean our budget isn't huge but we were hoping for an actual place. Not an apartment.

Y/n: Maybe a cottage, off-island.

Realtor: Fell out of love with the city, huh?

Y:n: It's just that all the constant crime wears you down.