Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).
It was really a mix between the two of you. If it had gone the way Peter wanted to, he’d have maned up enough to tell you that he liked you, but being the way he was, he kept it to himself for the longest time. Because he procrastinated on whether or not you were going to like him back, and rejection is one of his biggest fears. But, he couldn’t stay behind a mask his entire life.
It wasn’t until you and he were talking, walking home from school one afternoon. His eyes were watching your face intently, laughing as you explained something that happened in English class that day. Peter pauses, looking down at his feet when you glance over to catch eyes with him. “Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your head.
“Just been giving this one thing a lot of thought, and I don’t know what to do about it.” He offered up quietly, tilting his head to the side and rubbing the back of his head.
“Oh? Wanna tell me about it?”
“I mean, I would if I could explain it but…” Peter sighed, looking at you, “How do you explain to your friend that you like them?”
Your heart dropped for a second. He liked someone, you thought to yourself and shrugged, “You just tell them, I guess.”
“Seems simple enough,” Peter laughed nervously, pretending to scratch his face as he looked back at you. He opened his mouth, fumbling over his words before taking a leap of faith and saying, “I like you, (Name).”
Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?
Peter loves to make you mixtapes. He even gifted you with a Walkman that he repaired himself so you can play cassettes. Aunt May thinks this is adorable, and constantly tells Peter how romantic it is.
Who kissed who first?
You kissed Peter first. After a date one night, you and he were walking along the Brooklyn bridge, just enjoying each others company.Swallowing, his eyes fixated on your mouth for a few seconds before reaching up to catch your eyes. Smiling nervously, he stuttered over his words, unsure of what to say, unsure if he should ask, and dived in for a kiss, but suddenly turned in for a hug.
Blinking, you turned in for a kiss instead, and managed to bump your forehead against his. “Ouch.” You murmured, rubbing your forehead.
“Ohhhh my god, (Name),” He panicked, leaning forward to look at your forehead, “Are you okay? Oh, I’m so sorry… God, I’m such a…”
You were kissing, cars on the bridge that were buzzing by didn’t seem to matter any longer.
All that mattered now, was this kiss, and the many that were going to follow.
Who said ‘I love you’ first?
Peter, though, it was not intentional. After dating for a year, you had helped him with something for school, and after pressing a small kiss to your cheek, he explained, “Oh, I love you so much!” Without thinking it through.
Silence.
“What did you just say?”
“Pftttt.” He puffed his cheeks out, “Nothin’.” Peter popped his mouth and played with his pencil, “I mean… I said I love you. And, you know… I-I do…”
Who takes pictures of the other when they’re not paying attention?
Peter. He loves to take unsuspecting pictures of you. He’s making a scrap book of them for something special.
Who needs to be touching their significant other at all possible moments?
Peter likes to have his fingertips on you at all times. Nothing sexual, and it’s more of a security thing. Like, if you’re walking in front of him, his hand is either in yours, or his fingers are pressed against the small of your back as you lead him forward.
Who asks strange questions late at night when they can’t sleep?
You do. He tends to just listen to you ask, and then answer the question for yourself. He finds it cute and entertaining because sometimes, you ask when you’re half asleep and they’re nothing more than nonsense.
Which one is really excited to put up the Holiday decoration, and which one is dreading it?
You love putting up decorations, and you help Aunt May while Peter just sits on the couch, groaning, trying to watch T.V while you put things on the wall with Aunt May, who looks back at Peter and says, “You need to get into the Holiday Spirit. Where did I put that mistletoe?”
Who spends more money on (Useless) things?
You tend to do that. Peter thinks it’s funny though, considering he spends a lot of time dumpster diving to find treasures.
Who likes to cuddle more? (Who’s the little spoon? What positions?)
Peter is a cuddler, and always has been. He used to cuddle his mother, and then Aunt May, and now he does with you. It makes him feel more secure. You happen to be the little spoon though. Typically, it’s in the spooning position, sometimes, you lay on top of him and his fingers run up and down your back.
Who cooks the best? (best meal? Who burns everything they cook?)
You do. You like to cook sweets, and he doesn’t complain about this at all. The best meal you can make happens to be pizza, but you can’t take all the credit because you learned from your mom.
Peter though, happens to burn everything. He’d burn water if he could.
Who is most likely to sleep in?
Peter. Especially with the double life. He can spend a lot of time and energy out and about, saving the city, and this leaves him drained so he tends to sleep in profusely during the weekend. He tries not to on weekdays, when he has school, but it has happened occasionally.
Who is the clean freak?
Freak would be a bit extreme, but you can’t handle how much stuff Peter has sometimes. It frustrates you when he asks you to grab something off his desk, but you can’t find what he wants because of the clutter.
It’s something he loves though, so you deal with it.
Long kisses or short kisses?
Depends on the situation, but you prefer short, peppery kisses.
Peter happens to like longer, deeper kisses, but both are nice.
Who’s the first to apologize after a fight?
Peter usually does, but it ends with you crying and telling him that he shouldn’t apologize because it was your fault too. He sighs, pulls you in for a hug, pets your hair and murmurs, “It was both our faults, okay?”
Who is the flirt? (And who is the romantic?)
Peter can sway between being a flirt, and being a romantic. He tends to stick more to romance, and sometimes, he wonders if it’s because of Aunt May’s feminine touches in his life, or if he’s naturally like that.
You like to be flirty with him though. It’ll get him flushed and flustered, and it’s cute. You tend to stick with silly oneliners. “Are you a keyboard? Because you’re my type” is his favorite so far.
Who comforts who more often?
Peter comforts you more. He’s the type of person who’ll bring you a pint of ice cream after a long day, or give you a tummy rub when you’re not feeling good. He’s also good at giving you warm kisses all over your face as you talk about what got you so upset.
Who is the most protective over the other?
You’re both protective of one another, but Peter is a bit more. He has to keep his power on the downlow though, so it gets difficult sometimes. If he knows you’re going to do something that seems vaguely dangerous without him, he’ll try to snuggle himself into the picture, or he’ll tell you, “Just, call me when you get home? Okay?”
Who kills spiders?
(Ironically), Peter does.
Who wants kids more?
Both are about even on the kids subject. You both want kids, someday. But, being so young, you want to wait a while before having them.
How many kids?
Peter wants more than you do, and you wonder if it’s because he was an only child and didn’t get the opportunity to grow up with any one. You’ll eventually settle on a number though.Maybe, two or three.
Who proposed? (How did they do it?)
Peter proposed.
Imagine, the two of you have been dating all through High School. Peter never imagined his life would be like this at the age of 19, almost 20. He never imagined he’d have someone so amazing and so perfect in his life, because in his eyes, he was just a small man, trying to make a big difference, and you were a small woman, making the biggest difference in his life. At this time in your relationship, there are no secrets.
You know who he is. You know he’s Spider-Man, and that he saves as many people as he possibly can. You know the weight that rests on his shoulders, and you try your best to help him through it.
You love him, and Peter loves you.
He loves your smile. The way you laugh at him when he tells a joke, and the way you’d laugh sarcastically when he tells one that’s not so funny. Peter likes it when your hands run through his after a long day, and he loves the sound of your voice. He loves your flaws, he loves your quirks.
You love the sound of his laugh, the way he smiles with his entire face, covering his cheeks when he laughs too hard. You like it when he holds you close, your face snug in his chest as he tells you, “I’m always gonna be here to protect you, don’t worry…” After a long night fighting crime as Spider-Man.
“(Name).” He looks at you from head to toe, a small lump forming in the back of his throat as he did. You and he were walking down the Brooklyn bridge, your eyes looking around as the cars passed on the road, other people walking aside, and against the flow.
“What’s up, babe?” You glance up at him with curious eyes. He was contemplating something serious, or at least, you thought he was by the look on his face.
“I’ve been giving this one thing a lot of thought,” He laughed nervously, biting his bottom lip before continuing, “and I actually do know what I wanna do.”
“What’s that?” You blinked as he stopped walking, his hand still snug in yours. Smiling a small ‘sorry for stopping right in the middle here’ at people who passed, and stared, you looked up at Peter. “Is something wrong? You feelin’ okay?”
“I’m okay,” Peter rubbed his fingers against yours slowly, “Can I ask you somethin’? Kinda… Serious.”
Your guard was up. Looking at your love with serious eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, ask me anything.”
“Well…” He dug his hand into his right pocket, feeling the velvet box under his fingertips, “How do you explain to your girlfriend… That you wanna marry her?”
Letting go of your hand, he tugged his backpack off his shoulders and sat it at his feet before tugging out a red rose, “Would you go romantic? Flowers, dinner, wine if we were older?” He handed the flower to you with a goofy grin, all the while, leaving you shocked. “Would you…” Peter pulled out a small album of pictures you and he had taken over the years, “Go through pictures, and remember memories, telling them how much they love you?”
You swallowed thickly, taking the album from his hands as he gestured to the entire bridge, “What about the first place you ever kissed?”
Covering your mouth, you let a small laugh tug out of your lips as Peter dropped down onto one knee in front of you, and in front of everyone driving by, everyone walking by, some stopping to watch, “Would you get down like this?” He offered, digging in his pocket for the ring box, “Would you pull out a box like this and ask,” Peter took a deep breath in and looked directly into your eyes, “Would you marry me?”
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