Peter Parker x Reader

I think I wanna marry You

A/N- All credit goes to the  peterrrparkour writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Too short.

Warnings- Fluff.

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It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

A sudden knock at your window interrupted your concentration, you tossed your book aside and couldn't contain the smile erupting on your face. It could only mean one thing: Peter was outside; no one else could possibly scale the lengthy wall that led up to your bedroom. The second you pried open the window Peter came thumping in, knocking you down to the carpet landing with his body pressed tight to yours. He smiled adoringly down on you, that smile that eased all your nerves and made certain you never stayed mad at him for long.

"I have to ask you something!" Peter blurted out in a frenzy, short of breath as if he had flew from all the way across Queens to climb into your window. You squirmed underneath him, the weight of his body on top of yours beginning to grow uncomfortable.

"What the hell is it, Peter?" you urged him to get it out already, not understanding why this couldn't wait until he saw you in school the next morning. He cleared his throat, ready to speak, but then a wave of worry struck his features and he paused. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, until he gained the courage to snap them open again, regaining focus on you.

"Marry me!" he spoke without a stutter or moment of hesitation. Although just two words, they seemed to carry the weight of the world as they hung awkwardly between you and him. It began to feel like you couldn't breathe, his chest pressed so hard against yours that your lungs couldn't fill up with air. Peter caught onto this, quickly scrambling off of you and pulling you up to stand by slipping his hands into yours. Judging by your horrified expression, he started to regret his rushed actions and wished he had put more thought into it.

"Peter, do you realize what you just asked me?" you finally found the words to express the thoughts bouncing off each other in your brain, too many to keep track of. Relieved you hadn't outright declined his offer, he cracked his knuckles, preparing to win you over with his foolproof explanation.

"Of course! Just, hear me out, okay? I think your really, really perfect and I wouldn't change a thing about you, even if I could. So I guess it just hit me, you know, why wait? I'm never going to find or look for anyone else because I found you, and you're all I could ask for. I just really want to make you officially my, uh, wife..." Peter justified, shocking even himself with his last word. Wife... It wasn't enough for him to call you his girlfriend anymore, it just seemed like not enough. He was the type of person who did things all the way, or not at all, and you knew this.

"We can't just–"

He couldn't let you say no, he physically couldn't allow himself to hear those words escape your lips. Peter, although he was Spiderman, could have very fragile emotions at times, and it would break his spirit to hear you turn him down without at least thinking from his point of view. He needed to give you a reminder of your love for each other.

Peter cut off the rest of your sentence, his pupils dilating and heart pounding in his chest, as he snuck his hands to your hips and his lips against yours. Just like every single kiss you had shared in the past, a tingling sensation swept all the way through your body, ending at your fingertips that you dove through his curls. You momentarily forgot everything you were planning on saying, his slick move obviously working on his part. He pulled away, leaving you breathless, gently stroking your hair as he nervously awaited for you to hopefully change your mind.

You tried to tear your gaze away from his puppy dog eyes bearing into you, begging you without having to utter a word. Peter's eyes always got to you, making you fall into his arms like your limbs were jelly. Calling his eyes simply brown was a major understatement, that's not what you saw when you looked into them. You saw whirls of chocolate and caramel, warm and sweet that made you melt with just one goey look. So sweet like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, falling apart in your hands, a guilty pleasure, irresistible. You fell in love over and over again with those eyes, and the fact that they were pleading with you gave you no other option.

"Okay..." you caved into his request.

"Okay?" Peter repeated, unsure if he heard you correctly, but you bobbed your head up and down.

He lit up with bliss, on cloud nine with you, picking you up and spinning in a circle, as if to symbolize your future with him. It was timeless, undying, meant to last and it just made perfect sense to not wait any longer. Peter set you back down to the ground, feeling dizzy as realization after realization struck you.

"Peter, how do we do this? Do we tell anybody? We don't even have anything! A dress, a ring, a church, maybe we shouldn't–" you rambled on, doubts arising in your mind as you second guessed yourself. Peter didn't share the same concerns as you.

"I think you look beautiful just the way you are," he praised you, motioning to the black leggings and baggy t-shirt hugging your body. You had to stifle a laugh, sure he wasn't actually serious, until you saw the sincerity written across his face.

"But what about all the other stuff?" you questioned, not knowing how it would all come together, if it would at all. He flourished a radiant smile, so bright you almost believed he stole the sun and all the stars from the sky.

"What about it?" he deflected the question, and you let go of all your tension, putting all your trust in him as you took his hand. He gave your palm a little squeeze, ensuring he had it all under control, even though he really didn't have anything close to a plan. But that was what made it more thrilling.

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Not even an hour later, you sat in Peter's lap, giggling and bubbly like nothing you had ever experienced before. He rocked you back and forth, unable to take his eyes off of you as strands of your hair fell from your braid over his face, eliciting an even bigger grin from his lips. Your grip loosened on the bouquet of flowers in your hands as he pulled you in for perhaps the millionth kiss that night.

You felt safer and more secure now that you knew you both had a lifetime supply of kisses ahead of you. There were no regrets, maybe you could've waited on it but once he brought it up it was all either of you could think about. It took some of the pressure off Peter, having one less thing to worry about with every little thing piling up on his plate, he liked knowing you would always be there. You were everything he ever wanted, now he could truly breathe knowing you weren't going to leave him on his own.

"Peter, I don't really feel that different," you confessed, kind of expecting a monumental change.

"What if I called you my wife, would that change things?" he teased, a rush of adrenaline coursed through you. You forgot how to breathe, hearing him refer to you as his wife was surreal and unbelievable. You wished you could stay like this forever, drinking in the euphoria of the moment, listening to him whisper sweet things in your ear all night.

"Are you glad you asked me?" you spoke softly, as Peter looked up at you, entranced.

"I'm glad you said yes."

Just say I do...

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