A rocky confession. College!Peter Parker x College! Reader.
A/N: Hello! I hope you all had a wonderful start to the 2022 new year! This is a little something I wrote during class today (oops). I hope you all enjoy it!! As always, my requests are open! THERE ARE NO SPOILERS FOR NWH! Feedback is always appreciated. <3
Desc: After a drunken kiss, you and Peter start a secret relationship. Tiptoeing around your closest friends has been difficult, but worth it. A trip to the Catskills risks exposing your secret, but it might also bring you closer together.
Warnings: Some suggestive phrasing, but other than that fluff!
Wordcount: 1.3+k
The sunlight streamed into the living room, bathing it in a soft morning glow. You nursed a bowl of oatmeal, your tired eyes watching through the window, as the nature outside woke up. A blue butterfly fluttering across the grass. A family of birds flying up and down, weaving through the trees.
You, MJ, Ned, and Peter, and a couple other friends (who would arrive later), had all decided to rent an Airbnb up in the Catskills during Spring break. All of you were in your second year of college, and it felt like a well-deserved break.
Behind you, you heard the stairs creak and you turned around, it was Peter. He was clambering down the stairs, pajama pants hung low on his waist, and he was pulling on a grey t-shirt. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every which way. When he saw you, he gave you a soft smile, and came towards you. You placed the bowl of oatmeal on the counter, as he came to embrace you.
“G’mornin”, Peter murmured, his voice scratchy and thick with sleep.
“Mornin’” you said softly. He pulled away, still standing between your legs, his hands on your thighs. Peter kissed your forehead gently. “How did you sleep?” He asked.
“Good, MJ is a quiet sleeper, what about you?” You quirked an eyebrow, knowing Ned was a snorer.
Peter rolled his eyes, and chuckled. “Good thing I brought the earplugs.” He quipped.
You and Peter shared a laugh.
His hand found the string of the sweatshirt you were wearing.
“Is this my sweatshirt?” It was a maroon, MIT sweatshirt.
You looked down, feigned surprise. “Oh is it? I didn’t realize” You said sarcastically.
Peter hummed and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Yeah sure,” he murmured. You giggle as he continued his soft attack on your neck. “Stop, that tickles” You said, your hands toying with his hair.
“Hmm? Really, normally, you like this,” He muttered knowingly, as he pulled away, his eyes boring into yours.
“Yeah well, you normally shave.” You quipped back, your hand caressing his slightly stubbly cheek. Peter rolled his eyes. “Hey, I’m going for a new look.” He playfully pushed your shoulder.
You shook your head and slid off the counter chair. “You want some coffee? Breakfast?” You pulled down a mug from the cabinet and motioned it towards him.
Peter looked at you from across the kitchen. “I was thinking, you, me and-“
“Hey guys,” MJ said from the stairs. You almost dropped the mug in shock. Both you and Peter turned towards the staircase, looking guilty as hell.
It was quiet for a moment.
Peter cleared his throat and started fumbling with his words.
“Hey MJ, Coffee? Breakfast?” You asked smoothly, covering up the awkward tension. She eyed you both suspiciously, her eyes scanning the sweatshirt.
“Coffee please,” You poured out some of the warm, brown liquid, and handed it to her. You eyed Peter out of the corner of your eye. He looked nervous and shifted awkwardly on his feet.
It’s not like you didn’t want the others to know about you and Peter. It’s something that happened kind of out of nowhere. A build up of tension, fleeting looks and touches, until finally, it had culminated in a confession and drunk kiss in the bathroom of a Frat party. A moment after that, you didn’t know what you were. Friends with Benefits? A Couple? Sure, you had slept together, but you had also done more. You had gone out on dates, studied together, you spent the night at Peter’s more times than you can count. On your birthday, after you had celebrated with MJ, Ned, and a couple other friends, Peter had taken you out to a nice restaurant, given you flowers, and a dainty gold bracelet, one you wore almost every day. It was odd. But neither of you had built up the courage to bring it up and have a conversation on your exclusivity.
Maybe it was because you were scared, scared that if you became a couple, you’d break up at one point. And keeping your relationship, label free, made it easier that way. You weren’t a couple, so you wouldn’t have a big, dramatic, life changing break up, rather, you would simply drift apart, but remain friends. That, to you, seemed less painful.
“Thanks,” MJ’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. Peter had disappeared, and you assumed he went upstairs to shower. You turned around and fiddled with the dishes in the sink.
You could feel MJ observing you from behind. “Nice sweatshirt.”
“Thanks,” You said plainly.
“Is it new? It looks really familiar though,”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. “Yeah,” you lied.
“Hm, interesting choice,” She said simply. It was quiet again.
“You know if Peter is dating anyone?” The bowl in your hand slipped and fell into the sink.
You turned around. “Erm, no, not that I know of,” You wiped your hands on the towels.
MJ hummed, “oh good, cause I’m pretty sure Rachel really likes him.” You looked at her and shot your eyebrows up. “Oh, interesting.” Your heart started to panic, and flip flop in place. Rachel was going to be arriving tonight.
“I did not know that,” You said with some difficulty. MJ eyed you, a knowing look in her eye. You look at her, exasperated. “MJ…”
“Come on, Y/N.” She smiled, you gotta tell me!” She pleaded. You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing happening between us.”
MJ bounded over to you. “Come onnnn” she dragged. “You guys haven’t been very secretive you know?” She quirked a brow. Your head shot in her direction, a surprised expression on your face.
“You know? How?”
“HA! And so, the truth comes out.” MJ laughs and claps her hands together. You instantly regretted speaking, as you realized you had been caught in her trap.
“How long ago?” She asked. You shrugged. “Not sure, it just sort of happened.”
MJ nodded, an mischievous glint in her eye. “Good to know, now I can tell Rachel, Peter is off the table.” You groaned. “MJ, Peter and I haven’t even had that conversation.”
She looked at you with a deadpan expression. “Really? You guys are almost 21, and you haven’t even had this conversation?” You shook your head. “I don’t know, I’m just scared, what if we break up?”
MJ rolled her eyes. “Ugh, and drifting apart is any better? That’s awkward as hell. You need to do it. Today.”
You looked down. MJ was right, and you knew it.
“Fine” you sighed.
MJ clapped you on your back. “Good luck comrade.”
The day had passed into afternoon and slipped into evening. The sun hung low in the sky, painting it an array of oranges, yellows, and reds. The others had arrived and settled, and you had spent the whole day showing them around and exploring outside.
On the hike back to the cabin, Peter had fallen into cadence next you. His hand occasionally brushing against yours, and conversation flowed easily between the two. Not once, had you seen Rachel make a move, give a look, or even suggestion to Peter. You had concluded that MJ had lied, just to get you to confess.
At one point he stopped you, letting the others get ahead, and disappear around the bend.
“Here look what I found,” He pressed a rock into your hand. You looked down, it was a round greyish, blueish rock, with a smooth surface that sparkled in the sun. It was warm in your hand, and you turned it around in your palm. Scribbled on the back, was a short message, written in black ink.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
Your eyes went wide, and you looked up at Peter.
“Really?” You gaped; you searched his eyes frantically, a nervous laugh escaping past your lips. Peter nodded with a coy smile.
“Yeah, I mean if you want, we don’t have too but-“He murmured rapidly.
You cut him off with a kiss. He reciprocated gladly and pulled you in by your waist.
Peter pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Your noses bumped each other.
“Yes, you idiot.” You muttered. "Also, that was cheesy as hell"
