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Peter Parker is my best friend! (Secretly in love with him for ages!!!)
reader has been super burned out and overwhelmed but has a tendency to not open up about it and peter starts to notice? maybe with something like… “you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need.” (school has been kicking my BUTT 😮💨)
w/c: 747
warnings: one swear and a lil angst
a/n: omg i used that exact line because i loved it so much </3 i hope this makes u feel better bestie happy reading!
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“i was thinking about upgrading my suit, but i’m not sure what-“ peter cuts himself off when he hears your keyboard clicking. “y/n, are you listening?”
you’re typing up a paper, too in the zone to give your boyfriend your full attention.
“mhm, you were saying?” you murmur, but your eyes stay glued to your computer screen. “i’m not sure what color i should go with. what do you think?” peter wonders. “uh… yeah, yeah. sounds good,” you reply on autopilot.
your fingers are still flying over the keys. peter frowns, watching as the words appear on your document.
you’ve been working yourself to the bone lately. you’re stuck at your desk for hours on end, meeting deadline after deadline, tackling assignment after assignment. it’s taking a toll on you, and understandably so. you’re tired, exhausted. you’re stressed. you have no time to yourself.
you do your best to act like normal because you don’t want anyone to worry. peter isn’t just anyone, though. he knows it’s starting to get to you, that it’s too much. he can’t let you go on like this any longer.
“you’re not listening,” peter states, sitting up on your bed. you let out a noise of frustration. “no, i’m not,” you admit. “can we talk about your spider suit later, pete? i’m busy,” you reason, not once stopping your typing. “you’ve been at it all day,” he reminds you. “yeah, well. this shit’s not gonna do itself,” you retort.
peter doesn’t say anything in response. he instead pads over to your desk, which is your designated workspace. you mutter something under your breath and aggressively hit the backspace key. you’re too aggressive apparently, because your computer then freezes from the activity.
you groan, banging your fists against your desk. you don’t realize peter is over here until he kneels beside you. he turns your chair so it faces him, hot tears filling your eyes.
“aw, angel. it’s okay,” peter coos, reaching for your hands. “it’s okay, we’ll fix it. we’ll look at it together, alright?” he promises. his fingers interlace with yours. “no, i can do it on my own. i’ll figure it out,” you croak, your throat tight. “but you don’t have to do it on your own. i’m right here,” peter searches for your eyes.
he smiles up at you reassuringly and brings both your hands to his heart. you meet his gaze. you struggle to keep your tears at bay, finally letting them fall freely.
“i’m sorry, peter. i just…” you trail off, trying to catch your breath. peter stands up from the floor. “it’s okay, angel. i understand,” he quietly tells you.
peter helps you up from your chair. he envelopes you in a hug once you get to your feet, and you welcome it. you wind your arms around his torso and squish your cheek against his shoulder.
“i’m not good at talking about this sort of stuff, you know?” your voice comes out strained. “it just makes me feel guilty, like i’m dumping it all on someone,” you whisper. “i get it, i really do,” peter hums. he rubs your back gently, kissing the top of your head. “i think you’d feel better if you did, though. you could always give it a try with me,” he suggests.
“i don’t wanna bug you. it’s… it’s such a burden,” you sniffle out. “no, no, no. don’t say that,” peter wills you. you lift your head from his shoulder, face wet with tears. “you need someone. let me be that person,” he speaks softly, moving a hand up to support the back of your head.
“let me be what you need.”
peter dips his head down so his forehead rests against yours. you exhale out of relief, grabbing onto his biceps. a grin creeps its way onto your face as you slowly nod in response.
“okay?” peter nods back, mirroring your smile. “okay,” you echo. his fingers carefully smooth your locks. “have you eaten anything today?” he checks. “yeah, but not enough. i was too busy,” you confess. “that’s okay, baby. you want me to make you something? or we could order in?” he asks.
“can we order and maybe talk for a while? i could use a break,” you conclude, much to peter’s relief. “absolutely,” peter agrees.
he slides his hands down to cup your cheeks and pecks your lips. you close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax in his hold.
Summery: in which Peter wants to braid his girlfriend’s hair.
Warnings: none, just fluff and Peter being cutely shy. It’s also unedited.
“Hey babe,” came the voice of my boyfriend from right next to me.
“Hmm,” I hummed in response, scrolling through my phone.
“Could I…” he paused for a moment, causing me to turn my head to look at him.
“Can you what, Pete?”
His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, causing me to smile. “You can tell me, ya know.”
He quickly began nodding his head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.”
I placed my phone down on my nightstand and nudged him with my elbow. “What’s up?”
“Could I braid your hair?” He asked, barely above a whisper.
“Aww,” I cooed. “Of course you can, baby.” I pecked his cheek and took my hair out of the hair band that was holding it at the back of my of my head. Scooting a bit down my bed, I sat in front of Peter and shook my hair. “Have at it.”
His hands gently grabbed at my hair and I felt as he began to twist the pieces together. I sighed in contentment.
“Can I have your hair tie?” Peter asked after a few minutes of braiding my hair.
“Yeah.” I pulled the tie off my wrist and held it over my shoulder towards him. He took it from my fingers and wrapped it at the end of the braid. “I wanna go see,” I said and hopped off my bed, taking Peter’s hand in mine and dragging him to my full length mirror. I turned my head slightly so that I could see the braid. He did a really good job!
“How is it?” He asked in a timid voice.
Turning around, I grab the sides of his face and peck his lips. “It’s perfect, baby, I love it.”
Warnings: none! Just some fluff, oh and maybe some angst!
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark fem reader!
Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend/crush. You accidentally blurt out how you feel after Peter has a long night on patrol.
You and Peter were suppose to meet up at your favourite coffee shop to do some studying, but after waiting for nearly two hours he still hadn’t shown up. At that point you had just decided to head home and catch up with some work you had started in your dads lab. Before you could do that you had to change out of your school clothes, so you threw on an old t shirt and some worn out jeans and headed down to the lab.
You had texted Peter who was also your best friend, “hey, hope everything’s okay! Got a little worried when you never showed up for our study sesh.”
After a few hours I finally received a reply from Peter.
“Text message from Bestie/Parker” FRIDAY said. You swiped away the holograms You had been working with and pulled out my phone.
“I am so sorry! I had an emergency 🕷” He had replied.
You rolled your eyes to yourself and sighed. You knew Peter was spiderman, you had known for awhile. Your dad, Tony Stark, had told you shortly after Peter joined the avengers. But that didn’t change the fact that he was still Peter Parker, the awkward dorky kid you had grown up with. The same kid who would do anything for his best friend, you knew he hadn’t meant to not show up to your study date and that he probably felt terrible.
“What can I do?” You replied to him, hoping he was safe at home by now.
“Come up to your room ASAP!” Peter sent the text almost immediately after receiving the one you had just sent him.
You raced up to your bedroom, but got stopped by your dad.
“Y/n! How was school today?” He asked.
You hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to tell him the truth or to make up some lame excuse. “It was a tough day actually, I think I’m going to head to bed.”
“It’s Friday? Did you forget that we had that dinner meeting with Pepper?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, I just don’t feel up too it tonight, can you just fill me in tomorrow?” I said giving him a sad and tired look.
Tony sighed, “Okay, get some rest.” He gave you a slight smile and kissed the top of your head before leaving the Stark family home.
You exhaled and finally relaxed as you watched the elevator go down, relieved that Tony had left. You made it to your room to see Peter sitting on your windowsill. You went over and unlocked the window for Peter to enter your room. He was still in his Spider-Man suit, he crawled in and plopped down on your bad breathlessly. You sat down next to him and groaned.
“What happened?” You asked.
“A very long day.” Peter said and ripped off his mask dramatically. “Can we watch movies and cuddle?” He pouted looking up at you.
“I need to shower, then we can.” You said getting up from the bed and going to your bathroom. You noticed peter watching you intently.
“Can I join you?” He mumbled into your pillow.
You laughed, “what!?” Blushing you spun around and gave him a quizzical look.
“I’m only joking!” He said laughing.
“I mean-“ you stopped short of yourself and bit your lip nervously, wondering whether or not to finish your sentence.
Peter sat up and raised an eyebrow at you “you mean what?”
You huffed frustratedly, “nothing, Peter, nothing.”
He stood up and made his way over to you, he gave you a goofy grin “you mean I can join you?”
“It was a joke Peter.” You stated firmly.
Peter chuckled, “what if I wasn’t actually joking?”
“We can’t Peter, don’t be silly.” You tried to say with a smile, so that he wouldn’t notice the tension that was now building throughout your entire body and ease your heart rate knowing Peter could sense the slightest change in it.
Peter groaned and rolled his eyes, “I just like being close to you, your warm and soft.” Peters face went cold suddenly and he looked at you with a confused look, “y/n I’m only joking. We joke around like this all the time, what has gotten into you?”
“What are you talking about?” You laughed nervously.
Peter raised an eyebrow “I can sense somethings wrong y/n.”
“I’m in love with you!” You blurted out. A hand flew to you mouth as you gasped at how stupid you were for letting yourself admit that.
His eyes widened and then he shook his head “go shower.”
You felt tears starting to roll down your cheeks as you felt the pain of Peter rejection. You slowly walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Turning the shower on and undressing you slide under the hot water in hopes that the sound of it running would silence your sobs.
Peter stood in the middle of your room, brows furrowed and wondering whether or not to admit that he was in love with you too. He had loved you for ages, but never wanted to say anything in fear that it would ruin your friendship. He was shaken from his thoughts when he heard the stifled sobs coming from the bathroom. Peter made his way to the door and slowly turned the knob to peer his head inside. As he did so he heard you scolding yourself.
“Y/n you’re so dumb, how could you just blurt that out like that!? You idiot.” You said through a sob.
Peter took a deep breath, “You’re not dumb.”
You let out a small gasp, “P-Peter, wh-what are you d-doing?” You stuttered.
“I heard you crying.” He let out a sigh, “I love you too y/n.” Peter stood by the door shuffling his feet anxiously.
You turned the water off and stuck a hand out of the curtain, “could I please have my robe.”
Peter turned around and grabbed your robe off the back of the door and handed it too you.
You wrapped it around yourself and carefully stepped out of the tub to stand in front of Peter.
“Do you really mean that?” You asked shyly.
Peter blushed slightly, knowing that you were naked under your rob as he answered your question, “Yes, I mean that y/n.”
“Pinky promise?” you mumbled.
Peter stuck out his pinky and you stuck out yours to wrap it around his. “I pinky promise y/n, and bite my thumb” Peter replied and bit his thumb while his pinky was still locked with yours.
You giggled slightly as you stood there eyes locked with Peter Parker, the only boy you’ve ever loved. Peter took his hand away and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.
“I love you y/n.” Peter mumbled into the crook of you neck. “It feels so good to finally say that out loud.’ He said almost as a hum.
You smile to yourself, “I love you too Peter. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to say that to you.” You sighed with relief and all the tension evaporated form your body as Peter held you in his arms.
HI WAIT OMG. THIS IS SO CRAZY AND I KNOW THIS ISN'T THE BIGGEST MILESTONE BUT THIS GENUINELY MEANS SO MUCH TO ME. LIKE I CANT BELIEVE 200 PEOPLE FOLLOW ME??? IDK WHY AT THIS POINT BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH !!
I've been on this platform since August 2, 2021, and a lot has happened in that short time. I've had arguments, which were resolved. I've had discourse over whether Sinigang or Mechado is better (it's Sinigang, I rest my case). And I've gotten anon hate for using caps lock (fuck you, anon /lu). But most of all, I've made the most wonderful friends and met the most lovely people, and I'd like to thank you all.
So, in honor of all the above ^^, I'm hosting a little sleepover <3
☾ Hiraeth- I'll make you a mood-board based on the types of vibes you and/or your blog gives off.
☽ Honey hearted- Send in a Christmas-ish themed drabble request or just a normal one!! I write for Tom and Peter Parker but I'll consider others if requested <3
✯ Wanderlust- I'll make you a header + icon, just tell me anything specific you want to include such as color palette, person, a quote, etc.
✵ Florentis- I'll handwrite a little letter of appreciation for you (mutuals only)
✿ Moonstruck- I'll give you a song that reminds me of you <3 (mutuals only, and I'm sorry if I offend anyone 😭 my music taste isn't immaculate)
♡ Stardusted- Cast your mutuals as...
♦ Twitterpated- Ask me my top five ______
This little celebration ends on November 18 <3 AND YES. I know these words aren't at all related to the thing itself but the words are just really pretty and have nice meanings 😭
Tagging my lovely moots under the cut:
Side note: Heavily inspired by @parkersaffair's celebration, go follow them <3333
cute lil request: sometimes i just can’t stop kissing your stupid face
the morning sun | peter parker
ah this is so soft :") was listening to watch you sleep by girl in red !! this drabble is completely inspired by the song ?? thank you for requesting <333 beta read by the lovely @selfcarecap !! honestly, wouldn't have posted this one if it weren't for her :")
prompt: “sometimes i just can't stop kissing your stupid face.”
word count: 1.5k
warnings: established relationship, it's a little sad, but fluff makes up for it <3
love language masterlist (requests are open)
you woke up to the morning sun shining on his skin.
the white, paper thin curtains fluttered along with the cool breeze, doing little to nothing to obstruct the streams of sun rays from pouring into the room through the window. the cold settled in the room, despite the warm sunlight glowing on your pale, white cotton bedsheets.
the chill blanketed you, kissing the apples of your cheek, biting into your skin harshly when you inhaled the morning air. the clock ticked, only minutes away from buzzing with an alarm, yet you wished to crawl away under the blankets to shield yourself from the cold, fall into a deep slumber with your responsibilities long forgotten but your gaze was fixated on the boy sleeping next to you.
he looked beautiful under the morning sun.
his bare back gleamed under the sun, the waistband of his sweatpants peaking over the blankets pooling around his waist. you were tempted to reach out for him, write your name on his naked back, but the fear that he might fade away like a cruel mirage held you back.
a figment of your imagination — that's all he was. you were convinced, he was a missing piece you've woven into your sleepy haze, here to complete your picture, complete you. you missed him. it's barely been a couple hours since you had him in your arms, yet you missed him. you wished it was him near you, holding you instead but he didn't pick up your calls. he didn't return home last night.
you held your breath when he stirred...his eyes twitched but remained shut, the tranquility of the morning undisturbed. he pressed his nose further into the plush pillow, his messy eyebrow hidden under the unruly set of your curls that you've been pestering him to get cut for the past couple days. his lip was busted, tiny scars splattered across his skin that weren't there the last time you saw him. he breathed deeply, the arm loosely thrown over your waist under the blanket tightening its hold over you—
he was here.
you've lost the count of the sleepless nights you've endured for peter parker.
he texted that he would be home before you returned from work, he didn't show. it didn't worry you, but when your calls went straight to voicemail, your texts left unanswered, you couldn't swallow down the fear twisting your heart into knots. amidst the panic, the cries, the fear you fell asleep with your phone clutched to your chest hoping he'd call back.
instead he climbed into your bed while you were asleep without a word, an explanation. he was nestled by your side, while your mind spun numbing thoughts of where he might be, what might have happened to him.
the anger boiled in your blood, burned in your eyes but as quickly as it was accumulated, it disintegrated into thin air because he was here.
he was okay.
“to love him is to lose your mind” may had told you. but you didn't understand the weight of her words until he stumbled into your room through your window, bleeding and gasping for air in a tattered red and blue suit you couldn't bear to look at.
it haunted you, the fear that you'd lose him clawed at your heart when you were awake, chased you in your nightmares. it had a hard grip on you, one that only tightened and tightened with time. he's a walking red flag, his kisses, his honey eyes, the sweet voice, that smile, it all screams abort, abort, abort but you stuck around.
he was going to break your heart in the worst way possible, but you've fallen in love — in too deep to walk away.
with a humph he absent-mindedly reached for the blankets. you were quick to pull it up to his neck, protecting him from the cold. your hand stayed on the end of the blanket before it tentatively reached for his hair. you pushed it up, the soft curls brushed against your skin. he breathed, reassuring you of his presence.
hesitantly your hand trailed up to his cheeks, your thumb brushing against the apple of his cheek. the cuts littered on his rosy cheeks, a bitter reminder of the cruel world waiting for him, but he was safe - he was safe under the blankets, he was safe with you.
you would spend forever under the blankets, with him in your arms as you watch him sleep if you could.
watching him sleep never bored you. you knew him like the back of your hand, yet mapping the expanse of his skin under the morning sun was similar to the bliss of turning pages of an old back, reminiscing the words you've loved for years and years.
you twisted your arms around him, holding him close. his heart thudding against his chest, his shallow breaths calming your soul. it's the rare moments of peace amidst the chaos of your life that reminded you why you stuck around. loving someone with a hero complex and absolutely no self preservation was hard. it was stupid. it was fucked up.
but you've never been one to make smart decisions.
your hand trailed down from his freckles to his neck, the bruises you left on his collarbone were barely visible but the urge to kiss him bubbled up. you propped yourself up on your elbow, pressing a chaste kiss on his collarbone, lips brushing against the bruise. his skin was warm, a faint scent of your peach lotion that he secretly used when you were away lingered.
he puffed out a breath when you nuzzled in the crook of his neck, lips peppering kisses up the column of his throat. he whined when you pulled away, his eyes fluttering as your hand trailed down his bare chest, leg hiking up his waist as you pressed yourself against him, basking in the warmth radiating off him. giggling, you leaned down to kiss his jaw, thumb brushing against the cut on his lip.
“baby,” he whined, his hands reaching for your hips.
he squeezed your waist when you trailed your lips to the corner of his mouth, beginning to pull away but he was quick to catch your lips in a sweet kiss.
warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as his hand trailed up from your hips, holding the back of your neck delicately as he parted his lips. his sweet lips were dizzying, haze twisted around you, dousing you in love.
his lips were impossibly soft against your own, his hold was cautious - afraid he might break the frail serenity of the moment. it didn't hold lust, he kissed you with no intention of it leading to something more. it was tender, it was delicate, it was love.
you pulled away, breathless, palm splayed on his bare chest, blanket twisted around your tangled limbs. with a shy smile you glanced at him, the fluttering wings of the butterflies in your belly were so loud, you wondered if he could hear them too. “good morning, baby.”
“mhmm, best morning.” his honeyed eyes sparkled under the morning sun, his freckles more prominent from the close proximity. his swollen lips twitched — he smiled.
the fear that held your heart hostage melted away. the worries, the anger, the hurt, all disintegrated into thin air. he was here, with you. he was smiling and you were utterly, completely, madly and insanely in love with him.
a smug smile made its way to his lips, he broke the silence that hung in the air when he raised an eyebrow at you, “were you watching me sleep?”
you couldn't help but mirror his smile, nibbling on your bottom lip as you shrugged, “mhmm, you drool in your sleep.”
his eyes grew wide, heat rushing to his cheeks as he slapped a hand over his mouth. his smug demeanor dropped and he grew shy under your gaze, like a schoolboy horrified after he embarrassed himself in front of the girl he liked.
he huffed, not quite meeting your gaze, “no, i don't!”
you giggled, prying his hand away from his mouth before you kissed his lips again. your heart brimmed with love when he reached up to capture your lips in a kiss but you pulled away, peppering kisses on the side of his face.
“you're being cute," he eyed you when you trailed your lips down to his earlobe and whined when your teeth grazed the sweet spot on his neck, “why are you being so cute? i can't handle it.”
you smiled — he had no idea about your fears, your anger, your resentment. you could lose him in a blink of an eye. he could be in your arms one moment and six feet under the next. but you couldn't let the fear control you, you had to let go. live for the moments of love, like now. you wanted to be with him every waking moment, in his nightmares, in his daydreams, in his final moments. but you couldn't, so you'd settle for a couple kisses under the morning sun, letting your worries slip away, his lips the only bliss known to you before you had to start the day and be apart from him.
you kissed his lips, a small smile playing on your lips, “sometimes i just can't stop kissing your stupid face.”
I hope you liked it! re-blogs and feedback is appreciated, masterlist + taglist can be found in bio! thank you for reading!
hey lovely, saw ur post so im here now 😌 so i have a random question, who are your favorite mutuals ? -🌼
listen ,🌼. as much as i love you, WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME DO THIS. Okay I'm gonna do it. 💀 Maybe I'll add a short little message too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Mutuals!:
@strawberrie-faerie because just yes, she's the sweetest human being and I'm glad I made the decision to befriend her all those years ago, she's such an angel honestly. but also not too much of an angel lmfao. but she's just the best in general, and she kinda acts like my mom. go follow her, she's the best really.
@lazycherri omg yes cherri, she's just such a nice person, a lovely human being. her writing is just *chef's kiss* !! she's so approachable and sweet <3 also such an angel, did I already say her writhing is absolutely amazing fesgfsahkasl
@wildestdrecms anoushka, my beloved. her writing is so good. i promise you will fall in love with it. she was just so nice when she followed me. i could not resist messaging her cause I thought she was so kind, and she is !! also she has a cute dog, so there's that.
@marveladdictt OKAY BELL, MY CAPS LOCK, KEYBOARD SMASH, TURTLE BUDDY. she's so filled with kindness and energy. lowkey sassy too lmfao. she's so comforting and AGAIN, HER WRITINGGGGGG. forking amazing <3 honestly wish I could crawl through the screen and give her a hug
@yellow-roseman the coolest person I know. very nice, and loves to talk about marvel and dc and I love listening to them talk about it. gives me very badass vibes and I love that. also happens to be my friend-parent. I'm their reckless tumblr kid. just genuinely so chill and pure good vibes too. they also introduced me to my favorite playlist.
@haylormybeloved okay my beautiful, gorgeous, bestie. so funny, and also just so sweet. loves to say "ily" and is amazing at reading people. also a huge harry styles person, love that for her. she also has PINK HAIR. v hot too.
@arvinrussellsgirlfriend jess !!! she's literally the nicest person on earth. she's such a good listener. may be an idiot sometimes but hey, we all are. such a good sense of humor too, she will make you laugh without even trying. her writing is also so good, like how.
@arctic-monkcys / @lsholland ahhhh lea!!! i love you so much. the current series she has going on, amazing. go check it out!!! she's such an amazing writer. she's also just so sweet in general. she only radiates good vibes which is something I love. and she just seems so full of energy argsnjrgf.
@lilith-jean-stark a talented writer, and such a great friend too. i kinda screamed when I saw her message me lmfao. i definitely recommend checking her and her writing out! <3
@dead-potayto yes, i love them and they're blog. her posts honestly just make my day, and she seems like such a sweet person too !! i think she's just really fun :D
@petesrparker ahhh wifey!! such a sweet and energetic person! we haven't talked in a while, so i definitely miss her. she's absolutely gorgeous and one of my top supporters for sure! we act very similarly and she was my first ever mutual on here. ily <333
@vampireinbusiness thea !!! her writing is just top-notch! her fics are all written so well and i love them all. soooo nice and we haven't talked much but i would absolutely love to get to know her more.
@potter-marvels-fan3000 coffee! such a good listener, acts like a grandma sometimes ;fhfkeajkfesefas but she's so sweet and will talk to you about anything <3
I basically added every mutual on here, and to anyone i missed, hit me up and I'll add you to the list 😭 my brain is kinda slow today and i just finished my school work so i might've forgotten some afgbkhlaebfa. to everyone on this list and to those not, i love you <3
summary : this is what your adult life with peter, your lover, would be like.
word count : 1.8K
warnings : mentions of food, swearing, literal and absolute fluff, might make some of you cry i did, drinking, thats what she said jokes, sex jokes and swears are getting obvious in my fics so- eh. there might be typos because proofreading is a pain.
a/n: yes, i most definitely cried, this is a part of my 'lover' masterlist but it'll be in my regular masterlist too, this is really adorable, and i think it's gender neutral reader? i always make mistakes so i didn't declare if it is, so if you figure it out, tell me. enjoy <3
i wanna kiss his lips so bad- not my gif!!
LOVER MASTERLIST - MASTERLIST
"Oh, fuck," you cried.
"Hey, lovey, you okay?!" Peter's voice cut through the thin walls from the room beside.
"I'm okay, Pete," you winced and screwed your eyes shut.
Peter appeared in the door frame, leaning against it. You noticed the cocky smirk on his face before he approached you. "I told you not to stand on that chair. I also remember telling you that it's a little old..?" He reminded, his lips still curved up.
"Yeah, I know," you whined as you leaned into Peter's arms and looked down at your now scraped ankle. "Remind me not to take any furniture from May next time."
"Will do, m' love." He smiled and made a short trip to the bathroom to get a first-aid box.
"Babe, it's just a small cut, it's fine," you said as you sat down on your shared bed and Peter knelt down. You flinched as soon as the cold antiseptic made contact with your skin, which was starting to burn.
"Sure," he chuckled lightly, as you rolled your eyes.
He cleaned the small wound and looked back at you, and found you already staring at him which made him look away again, burning under your gaze.
"Hey! Pretty boy, look here," you called, gently holding his jaw to turn his head to you. He looks at you sheepishly and you pull him up by his arms so he's sitting beside you. "C'mere."
You brought his face closer to yours and smothered is face with kisses, his forehead, cheeks, nose and finally his lips. He giggled.
"That's the cutest sound I've heard," you admitted, lips still joint to his.
we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january
and this is our place, we make the rules
and there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear
have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?
You smiled as you felt the warmth of the bedsheets and reached your arm out to expect your boyfriend's even warmer body, but when you don't, your eyes flutter open to an empty bed.
You look around the room, still no sign of him.
"Hey, Pete?" You called and regretted putting your feet down on the cold ground making you shiver. You took Peter's blue sweatshirt that was hanging neatly on his desk chair and put it on, making your way out of the bedroom.
You reach the kitchen and there's your gorgeous lover. The sunlight emitting from the kitchen window and the balcony near the living room was reflecting against his chest and torso. His hair still messy from sleep, and eyes fluttering close voluntarily every few seconds.
He was stirring into a mug and you could smell the fresh coffee.
"Well, good morning to you, beautiful," you smirked and Peter jumped at your voice before sighing in relief. You made your way across the chilly apartment and hugged him as soon as your reached him.
"Good morning, lovey," he kissed your head and kept the mug on the cold marble counter.
"Are you not cold? It's freezing," you shivered once again, pulling his body closer to yours, if it was possible.
"Not so much, you do know that your boyfriend's got superhuman durability, right?" It was his turn to smirk, he looked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, and that's why I'm using him to get warmer," you hugged him tighter, chin now resting near his collarbones as you looked up at him. And yes, you were almost as tall as Peter.
He bent down to kiss you and you immediately kissed back, giggling for no reason. Peter smiled that at this and pulled away to kiss your forehead. "I love you so much."
"I love you more."
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It was almost seven pm and Peter would be back from patrol anytime soon. You were scrolling through your phone in the balcony while waiting for him. He would usually swing to the balcony of your apartment since it was easier to enter the house and if he was late sometimes, he didn't have to wake you up by knocking at the door. He kept forgetting his keys anyway.
You didn't see Peter swing his way over, but jumped when something thudded in front of you.
You looked down to see your boyfriend tangled in bright and colourful Christmas lights that once adored the railing and reached down to help him.
"We really need to take these off," he groaned as he managed to take his foot out of one of the tangled loops.
"That's what he said?" you chuckled, and Peter furrowed his eyebrows, making the eyes on his suit minimise.
"How...?"
"You know- 'cause like- y'know, to remove... I don't know, the underwear?" You made hand gestures that peter didn't understand, for the first time.
"No..."
"Never-mind, but yeah, we need to remove these. It's almost Jan," you nodded along with him.
"Ohhh, I got it!" He smirked, finally understanding your joke.
"Yeah, I know," you dragged the syllable with a wide smile.
"But it looks so pretty," Peter pouted.
"Yeah, it does," you huffed.
You knew the truth, you two were just too lazy to do it. And who cares? It's your house, your home. Something you share with Peter.
we could let our friends crash in the living room
this is our place, we make the call
and i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you
i've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all
It had been almost a year since that night and you didn't remove the lights till March. May complained about it, but you both shrugged it off.
You had invited Ned, MJ, Flash, Gwen and a few friends from school.
MJ was going to Europe to study fine art degrees so Peter and you thought it was the perfect time to throw a small dinner and invite your friends.
Peter was clung to your side the whole time, and you were enjoying every bit of it. You knew that he wasn't one to start conversation immediately so you would either answer for him or sometimes encourage him to talk. And surprising, Flash was not being a dick about it. Which you were grateful for.
You were currently sitting at the dining table with MJ, meanwhile some others hanged out in the living room and you could see Gwen, Ned and Flash helping Peter with the food.
"I'm so proud of you," you said with a sad smile. "I'm going to miss you so much, em."
"I'm going to miss you too, come visit me sometime. Ask your boyfriend if he can swing you over," she whispered as she winked.
"Sure, hopefully he can," you laughed along with her. "And please get a girlfriend, it's been too long."
MJ's smile couldn't get any wider. Yours wavered a bit when you saw Gwen touching Peter's arm in the most sensual way you've seen and you could also see Peter getting uncomfortable. Flash looked like he was trying to suppress his laughter.
"I'll be back, okay?" You said and MJ nodded making her way to your other friends.
"Hey," you gave a tight-lipped smile, and wrapped an arm around Peter's waist. He relaxed under your touch instantly and leaned into your arms.
"Oh hi," Gwen slowly took her hand off Peter's arm. "The food's ready, Flash and I can bring it to the table."
"No, you don'-"
"It's fine really," Flash gave a smile oh so sweet- that a baffled expression flashed across your face but you recovered quickly and took Peter out of the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" You leaned up to kiss his cheeks lightly.
"Yes, I am," he smiled and pecked your lips twice. This had become a habit since the last three years you'd been dating.
Two quick pecks were shared to say 'i love you'. Like when Peter comes home late from patrol, no words are exchanged, just two sweet kisses -to make sure he's okay- and warm cuddles.
ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?
with every guitar string scar on my hand
i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue
all's well that ends well to end up with you
swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover
and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
and at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover
There was glitter all over the floor, a few of the polaroids that you took tonight were lying on the cold ground.
You and Peter made your way across the hallway, hand in hand, stumbling over your steps and trying to hide your giggles. Your blurred gaze was not going to help you get down the stairs so you took the lift instead.
Peter and you made your way out of the building, May's flat was on the fourth floor. It was New Year's Eve- new year's day now- and you couldn't be happier.
You looked around the streets, it was completely empty, occasionally a vehicle would pass beside you on the sidewalk. You and Peter lived only a few blocks away, you would reach home in no time.
You swung your right arm onto Peter's left one and leant your head on it as you both kept tripping every few seconds on the cement pavement. You were carrying some of the leftover food from the party in your other hand. Peter kicked a rock that came in his way as he kept you close to him.
You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long you'd been this drunk or how far you had to walk, all you knew was that, this is happiness.
Peter and you entered your apartment, groaning as he switched on the light. You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms and walked over to the refrigerator and put in the leftover food.
You got into comfortable clothes soon and joined Peter in bed. The moonlight cruising through the window was how you could make out Peter's face.
He looked at you with the same eyes, those once again dazzling eyes.
"Peter... I'm sorry." You said while stroking his smooth cheek.
"For what, lovey?" He asked, concern visible on his face.
"You deserve so much more. I don't know what I've done to deserve you. You're my everything, you're the reason I wake up every morning, you're the reason everything's so perfect in my life, you're the reason I'm so happy all the time.
"It's crazy how much you've helped me overcome things and how much you've helped through almost everything. I'm saying sorry if I couldn't do that for you. But i'm so grateful that you're here." Tears were welling up in your eyes, they'd spill any moment. Even Peter's.
"Hey, come on, you've done enough, you are more than enough. You're everything I need or ever needed and I want to thank you for it. For being- for existing. I need you here, and I don't what I'd do if you weren't." Peter sighed and pulled you closer, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and placed a small kiss.
He pulled your head up, gently using his fingers, and gave you two sweet kisses.
"Fuck, the Christmas lights," you cursed, remembering you still hadn't taken them off.
summary: after a few stressful months as spider-man, peter desperately needs some tlc from his best girl.
warning/s: slight angst, fluff, swears, mentions of injuries, sad peter etc.
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“Uh… Y/N?”
“Yeah, baby?” you answer mindlessly, too focused to look up from your course work as your fingers type away with a purpose. Your back is pressed up against your headboard and your laptop sits on your legs that are crossed like a pretzel. Peter can see the reflection of your screen through the lenses of your tortoise shell reading glasses.
lola!! this was the sweetest oh god. your dialogue is literally so perfect?? and the whole setting of the fic is absolutely immaculate!! i loved every bit of this fic :’) y/n and peter’s relationship is fkn adorable, and the way you write peter!! pete truly is everything 🥺 i’m cheesing so hard after reading this :’) this was a lovely read <3
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