Black coffee Spider Noir x Reader

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"Hey."

You stared before swooning; "Oh Peter! You're so handsome and strong and so, so Intelligent! I could just go on and on- How can I keep my delicate hands off of your-" you gasped. "Your vest! Oh how could I have forgotten??" Your eyes shined with worry. "The vest don't matter little dame.." he smirked, tilting your chin up. He ran his gloved thumb against your bottom lip tenderly, humming to himself. You pressed yourself flush against his chest; "However, I'd love to give you something you can't forget..." And then- And then-!!!

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-He slammed his head against the table. There was no way, in any circumstance, in any dimension, that would work. Miles said it was science but Peter doubted it. Heavily. Peter lifted his head up with a half-lidded glare towards the bouquet of baby's breath he got before he seated himself contently, not seeing you in the vicinity. That's when the daydreams came.

There was a certain love-hate relationship when it came Peter daydreaming or 'cloud-gazin'' as he called it, he loved the images his mind conquered, don't get him wrong, but it made him frown that they had no body, no life or realness behind them. That didn't mean he wanted a relationship-!! Love was stupid- and giddy and-! Yeah, he wasn't fooling anyone, least of all himself.

He was so used to being detached that you just gave him this... rush, feeling, deep inside his melancholy gut, just like the rain- ok, no more rain! But he wasn't going to misplace this emotion as love! He was going to see how he felt when he saw you again and then he'd deduce wether-

He loved you. The second that doorbell chimed cheerily he sat up, alert before his lips parted, eyes wide. You were too breathtaking to bare. It was then, without a doubt, you were the most- incredible thing he had lain his spectacles on. "Hi!" You beamed, seating yourself and smoothing down your (s/f/c) sweaterdress. He coughed before immediately lowering his head to the table in attempt to distract himself: "Hey.."

You raised a brow at his sudden aversion before reaching into your backpack  to reveal the scrubbed up vest- "It took forever but I managed to get the stain out!" You grinned, him raising his head slightly. "Thank you." He mumbled appreciatively, taking the vest gently before he perked up, remembering: "Ah, I, uh, got these for you. As a thank you." He mentally cursed himself for flailing like a hard-boiled P.I. turned schoolboy... which was the case, but besides the point!

"Oh, thank you." You smiled sweetly with a blush, accepting them with a sneeze. You doubled over in a fit of sneezes, noir never failing to say 'bless you' before you chuckled a little: "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to these! I have to take care of a whole butt load of them in my friend's apartment while she's away!" You sniffled, Peter's face falling in despair.

"Oh no!! Don't look so upset! They're wonderful, thank you!" You smiled, placing a hand over his gloved one, sending him in a fit of shivers as though your touch was an electric buzzer.  "You're welcome!" He coughed, trying in vain attempt to keep the head on his shoulders that was darkening giddily by the second. You smiled before sitting in silence, you both staring at one another wordlessly before you cleared your throat.

"Well, I guess, since you've got your vest back, this is goodbye then..." You smiled, albeit, a bit dissapointed at the distant, charming stranger seated in front of you. He opened his mouth slightly, as if to protest before you stood with the bouquet, sneezing again: "Thank you, again for these, they're lovely-"

What was he doing?!! He hadn't come this far and endured half an hour of 'Hey's to let the dame go! And here you were, prepared to leave?? He was frozen up, wanting to find the words to coax you to stay at least for a while longer but he failed to. "So, um, bye!" You smiled sadly against the silence, turning to leave before a hand gripped you tightly on the shoulder, you turning around to see Peter preventing your dismissal.

You saw him struggle to form words before he inhaled calmly: "May I, before you leave little dame, ask for your name???" You paused: "(Y/N).." you answered, the name coursing through him like a bullet through the heart. (Y/N).... it was perfect. It was then you asked, a little shyly: "What's your's mister?"

"Peter, Peter Parker..."

A/N: Hiya Sweaterfans! Sorry I haven't posted over the long weekend, took a lil' self-holiday over Easter and it was great. Hope you guys enjoyed your Easter and this chapter! More on the way so sit back and get cosy in SWEATERCORNER!!!