A/N:HELLO THERE! I came to clean up all the dust and spiderwebs after 1188 days of NOT WRITING. Recently I got a fic request and I couldn’t leave it there so I guess I’m back. I hope you like it!(GIF not mine). Here’s the masterlist and prompt list.
So here’s to: @alexandriagrindlewald . The prompts were 25 and 37.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader.
Warning: cleaning wounds and swearing maybe? Very fluff.
-requests are officially open-
It was a summer night. My best friend, Peter Parker, was late, which was very strange of him because he was usually very puntual when we met. I opened a window because there was a summer breeze and I needed some air.
“Where the hell is this boy?” I murmured to myself.
I was home alone, waiting for him. We were going to watch the first episode of The Mandalorian. We had been waiting for it to come out for the LONGEST time. I had set everything nicely but he didn’t show up. I sent him a message but he never answered. “What if something happened to him?” I kept asking myself.
He answered my text but I could barely understand it. Maybe he couldn’t write because he broke his screen, again.
I raised an eyebrow at my phone, as if he could see me. I didn’t even answer him.
I was half way through a bag of Doritos when I heard something breaking, it came from my room. I hear a voice. I walked there, scared to my very core. My heart stopped. It was stupid Peter. He had gone through my window but fell over my nightstand and punched a photo frame. It was out photo frame, it had a picture of us in Germany when we went with our school. Luckily, he only cut his hand. He looked up and smiles.
“Y/N!” He happily yelled. His beautiful brown curls falling over his eyes. I gave him a confused look. “I think someone broke your frame”
I took a look at him, his shirt was as messy as his hair, his forehead covered in sweat. There was a smell, a really strong one, but it wasn’t his perfume. It was booze. He had been drinking.
“Peter Benjamin Parker” I said while he stood up straight and scared “Are you drunk?”
He opened his mouth to talk but I stopped him. He had been drinking and left me here waiting.
“Don’t answer that. Have you been drinking while I was here waiting for you??” I was about to lose it but then I see blood on his hand. He must have cut himself with the glass. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Let’s go watch the Mandalorian. O-OH AND EAT DORITOS!” He was really excited but he was really bleeding. I stopped him on his feet, he looked at me and kissed the top of my forehead. My heart skipped multiple beats “let’s gooooo”
I grabbed his hand -the healthy one- and dragged him into my bathroom. I sat him on the toilet, grabbed his beautiful face and pushed some curls back. God I had the biggest crush on my best friend. I kissed his forehead and told him “let me help you.”
He was quiet and still. I genuinely thought he was going to fall because of his state. He had this look in his eyes, I couldn’t figure what it was. I grabbed my safety kit and pulled out some alcohol and bandages. Peter looked at me every step of the way. I grabbed his hurt hand very carefully. I put some alcohol over a piece of cotton and gently I put it over the wound. He squirmed and tried to pull his hand away from me. I grabbed it and gave him a warning look.
“I know this hurts but you’ll get an infection if I don’t clean it” I said while I kept cleaning the wound. He pouted his lips and stared at me. I tried to do it as fast as I could but it was a big cut on top of his hand. I put some bandages and made sure the wound was covered. I took his hand and placed it over his lap and looked him in the eyes. He gave me a smile so genuine and sweet that I couldn’t help but to melt. I smiled him back.
“What?” I asked him. He looked at my lips, then my eyes. He grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. Our kiss. He tasted like beer, his lips were soft and perfect. I couldn’t stop, I was in a trance. Drunk with Peter Parker. He was drunk. I pulled him away, “Pete, I-I’m sorry... You’re drunk and I-”
“Can you shut up for a moment?” He said and I froze “I’m not drunk! A bit tipsy maybe... but I’m not drunk!” I giggle a bit.
“Pete, you’re definitely drunk” I smiled at him. Our faces are still inches apart.
“I have been waiting to kiss you for a long time. This was the perfect excuse. It was like a little push” I couldn’t figure whether he was really drunk and horny or if he was actually serious. “You’re my best friend in the world and I have loved you since you stood up for me in front of the whole class after Flash was bothering me.”
“Y-you love me? Peter Parker, you love me?” I was speechless. They say drunk words are sober thoughts but I wasn’t sure.
“I LOVE YOU Y/N!” he stood up and yelled so loud that I’m pretty sure my neighbors heard it. He sat back down and pulled me against him.
My hands ran to his hair while his were on my neck, breaking any distance that could be in between us. I was kissing my best friend on my bathroom floor after his drunk confession. I was beyond happy.
“Peter,” I said breaking the kiss. He looked at me very scared with those puppy eyes of his “I love you too.”
He smiled so bright that he stars were jealous. I couldn’t love him more. He hugged me and I felt his heart racing. I loved him, my best friend in the world. He was my person. My spidey.
“I think I owe you a new frame,” he said pointing his bandaged hand.
