summary: peter parker, undeniably, gives the best hugs
a/n: for raeshelle<33 thank you for always indulging in my peter parker fantasies and hyping me up
It’s a weird thing, you decide, to be so completely infatuated with someone, that they take over your every thought. To be so utterly in love with a person, that every mundane thing they do seems like a grand achievement. To see as if light shines on them like it does no one other, when in reality, it’s all the same.
And, by default, it’s a weird thing to be in love with Peter Parker. It’s quite confusing how one can love so much at such a young age. It’s the line between selfless and selfish, while you tip onto each side with every second.
And being in love with Peter Parker, it comes with the added mountain of love — the love for Spider-Man. While it’s only been a part of him for two years, it is a part of him, no matter how you feel about it. Spider-Man, however, is Peter Parker. And every inch of Peter Parker is something you love. Pixie dust and sprinkles. You’ll love everything about Peter Parker, and if that means Spider-Man, then so be it.
It’s confusing, how Peter can be so many different things to different people. A son-like figure to May, a mentee to Tony Stark, a best friend to Ned, and just some loser to Flash. And how he can mean so much to you. How he can be your best friend, your confidant, your lover, and the person you can pour all your love on. It’s a weird thing and it’s a confusing thing.
And within all of that, within all the love and butterflies for Peter, within everything he is, you come to a certain conclusion — that Peter Parker, undeniably, gives the best hugs. Maybe it’s your judgement, clouded by the mocha color of his hair and the iridescent light in his eyes, but there’s something inside of you telling you that there will never be anything better than the feeling of being so close to him — being in his arms, him holding you so close to his body that he’s the only thing in your senses.
There’s something that’s so utterly unique to him, something that only belongs to Peter Parker, yet you can’t place a finger on what it is. Maybe it’s the way he holds you, the way he wraps his arms around the back of your neck while yours go around his waist. Maybe it’s the way he smiles at you, maybe it’s the way his voice reaches your ears over a slide of sugar. Perhaps it’s the way his eyes light up and the way his smile reaches them whenever he receives praise. It could be so many things, so many possibilities, but you don’t care to find out what it is. Whatever it is, you hope it never goes away.
It ends up just being one of those days. One of those days where the bell rings, and the only thing you want to do is run into his arms and squeeze him tight. Where all you want is to hold him tight and make sure he knows how much you love him. And feel his love for you. And breathe in whatever cologne he’s wearing, breathe in something that belongs to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Peter’s hand flies to your hair. “Not that I mind you hugging me, but is everything okay? Are you alright? What’s happening?”
You don’t reply to his question exactly. “Never let me go,” you mutter into his chest as he holds you. You lift your head out of his chest and look up at him. “Promise?” A small sniffle escapes your nose.
“Sweetheart…” His eyes fill with worry. You don’t notice.
“No, Peter. Please? I don’t want to ever let you go, please. Just hold me… forever.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. He knows you’ll tell him when it’s time. “I won’t ever let you go. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”
“Forever?” You pull your head away.
“Forever is a really long time, Peter.”
But then you look at the look in his eyes, you feel his arms around you and breathe in the mint leaf shampoo he always borrows from May — no matter how much he claims he doesn’t, you know it’s hers, and so does she. You feel the warmth of his arms and the steady moving of his heart, thump thump thump! You feel everything, all the love you never thought you’d have, you never thought you’d feel, let alone from the boy made of sunshine, the boy standing in front of you. You feel the inhale and exhale of his breath and the rocking of his body, his left foot hitting the ground and picking up his right.
And maybe you two look ridiculous, standing in the middle of his room, hugging for no reason and rocking each other, your ear pressed right where his heart is. Maybe May would think it was weird if she walked in and saw it, maybe everyone else would too. Maybe it’s not exactly normal how much you crave his hugs and his presence. Maybe.
But maybe it is. Maybe it’s because you’ve never been in love before, at least not in this depth, and you’ve never seen a boy so incredibly good as Peter, and you’ve never seen someone so hated by life, yet so untainted by innocence’s enemy.
Forever is a foreign concept. Forever is now. Forever is far away from now. Forever is everything that will happen, everything that has happened, and everything that is happening.
But you realize that forever is a long time. An incredibly long time. So much could go wrong in forever, so much could go to shit. So many people could come and go, so much sunshine and rays of the moon, so many stars could die out in forever. The sun will go down and come back up millions of times, the moon would rise and fall a millions times in forever. And after all that, you come to one conclusion.
You don’t mind spending forever with Peter Parker.
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