𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥
"Blitzkrieg Bop" ♬⋆.˚
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff ᴡᴄ: 1.1k character: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x GN! reader
summary: Peter comes home after a long day of Spider-Manning, entering his room only to find his best friend (and crush) in his bed. so he accidentally revealed his identity AND made himself look stupid.
cars ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Little silly fic, hope you enjoy! Also my first fic, so if you like it, tell me! I'm a narcissist and love to be complemented. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“They're forming in a straight line… they're going through a tight wind…” Peter mumbled to himself music playing through the inner speakers of his suit- which might have been the smartest thing Mr. Stark ever embedded into his suit. The frigid air picked at his skin through his suit, but it wasn’t as bad as it usually was.
He followed the familiar path in his mind to his apartment complex, not even needing the built in map in his suit. He landed on a nearby rooftop, looking around to make sure no one was stalking him creepily like the super fans he was sure he had… or saw him enter his building. Probably more of the last one.
After making sure he was in the clear, he landed on the part of the wall above his window, looking through to see his door cracked open and May cooking some food that was definitely gonna burn. He used his little sticky hands to slide the window open, slowly as possible as to not alert the cooking Aunt May.
He kept up that same speed as he slowly crawled into his room, dead focused on making sure to close the door. Step by step, it felt like a million miles, before he stopped in front of the door. He reached out and pushed the open, creaky door until that satisfying ‘click’ entered his ears. He let out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding on like a lifeline.
Still not trying to make noise, he dropped down onto his bedroom floor, staring at the door for a second. A poster for MIT, his dream school laid on the door. A small smile twitched at his lips as he turned around to his bed- Oh. His jaw fell slack and his stomach tightened as he saw Y/N. His friend (and maybe crush since 5th grade but that doesn’t even exist, totally not, not way… shut up), sitting on the bottom bunk of his bed, just as shocked as him, mirroring him. They shot up in their seat on his bed… immediately hitting their head on the bunk above them. “Gah! Shit-” They yelped, holding their head in pain.
“Is something going on in there?” May’s voice called out from the other side, making Peter turn to the door quickly, holding his hand out like it would do something. “Ah- Nothing May!” He called back, turning to Y/N, who was no longer under his bed but still tending to their hurt head. “What are you doing here?!” Peter angrily whispered, he felt nauseous. “You’re Spider-Man…” They said in utter awe, staring at him, who at this point took off his mask and was so close to exploding all over the place. “Answer my question!” He demanded, his voice cracking embarrassingly, hurting his “demanding” tone. Y/N pointed a finger right back, “You answer my question first!” They exclaimed dramatically. “... You didn’t… ask a question?” He said slowly in confusion, wondering if the hit gave them a concussion. “Oh yeah… well.. uhhh… why are you Spider-Man?” They questioned quickly, grasping at straws. Peter rubbed his temple in confusion. “Cause I am?” Before he realized what he said, “I-I mean I’m not! I’m not… Spider-Man!” He said, even though he was dressed as Spider-Man and crawling on the ceiling… real convincing man. Somehow trying to salvage himself and prove his previous statement, he pressed the spider symbol on his chest, letting his suit go loose and fall to the ground. “I’m not…” He breathed breathlessly as he now only stood in his underwear, his light blue and white plaid underwear that was one size too big on him.
Y/N’s eyes widened as they stared him up and down, over his newly found muscles and… impressive biceps. “Dude… when did you get so ripped?” They said as they swallowed quickly, they wanted to reach out and touch it but held back… barely. Realizing what he just did, he covered his chest with his arms like an insecure teenage boy at the beach, shirtless for the first time.
“I-I’m not…” He coughed, trying to deepen his rising high pitched voice, “Ripped.” He said in a weirdly deep voice. He waved his hands, “You didn’t answer my question, why are you in my room?” He said so quickly, he was surprised Y/N could understand him. Y/N sighed, rubbing their eyes, “Dude, you told me that you were going to help me study for the Chem final.” They said, like they were the out of breath one here.
Oh shit, yeah, he was gonna do that. Damn you past Peter! Peter let out a shaking breath, rubbing his face. “Okay… Y/N listen to me… you can’t tell anyone about this- especially May! She’ll freak if she knows I’m out there everyday fighting…” He trailed off, his brows furrowing as if trying to converse a silent message to her. Y/N sensed how serious he was about keeping the secret, they nodded, “Yeah, okay…” Peter held out his pinky, “Pinky promise?” He asked, Y/N didn’t even think as they intertwined pinkies with him, shaking their hand. “Pinky promise.” They repeated. A silence filled between them as they sat awkwardly. None of them wanted to talk first, that was until Y/N filled the silence with a very important question. “Can you lay eggs?”
Peter furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head. “What? No.” “If you impregnated someone could they lay eggs?” Y/N asked, why out of all the questions did it have to be these ones?? Peter felt his entire face turn red as he pulled his hand away from theirs, “W-What? No?!” Peter exclaimed, chuckling nervously at their question. “I-I mean I… never tried but n-no!!” Just then the creaky, wooden bedroom door opened to May standing in the doorway. Peter was now acutely aware of how he was still basically naked, with his best friend, alone. Didn’t look too good. The three stared at each other for a second, before May spoke, “I burnt dinner.” She said simply. “May! I-It’s not what it looks like-” “I know you’re both young-” “It’s not like that!-” “Just put on a shirt-” May, please!” “Peter!” Y/N exclaimed, nodding towards the pajama shirt on his chair near his desk. “Just… put on the shirt.” Peter sighed as he pulled on the shirt quickly, covering his muscular body. May nodded, still trying to process what was going on. “Well once you’re done with,” She gestured to the two teens, “This, I’m picking up food.” She said slowly before shutting the door.
The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, before Y/N ever so kindly commented, “Um, you look really good. Y’know… in your suit.” They said awkwardly, trying to salvage… everything. “Thank you.” Peter said as he turned to face his crush of so long, his cheeks turning a bit red at their complements. … “So when you grew muscles due to your powers, did anything… else, grow?” “Jesus, fuck Y/N.”
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