"Fucking-god damn," Peter's breathless moans were fanning over you collarbone. "Feels- damn it, baby, you feel so good." His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping them tilted with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist to keep him from going anywhere, not that he was planning on it.
Not when it had been over a month since he's seen you, closer to 6-weeks since he's been buried between your thighs in any shape or form. He'd been constantly travelling for work, and even though you didn't believe him at first, his stuttering hips and inability to even try to keep his noises down was proving that he was right - there was no way he slept with anyone else while he was gone.
Something about that realization had your walls clenching down, core bearing down in raw desire. Peter wanted you so badly he waited, your beloved fuck boy waited for you.
"Shit-fuck, baby you- god I can't-" pure, utter desperation was dripping off of him, getting lost in the blinding pleasure only you could provide. His rhtymic thrusts were quickly turning to disorganized rutting, small whimpers leaving him.
Suddenly, without much more warning, with Peter's entire body stilling after burying to the hilt, the unmistakable warmth was flooding you. Your nails slowly raking down his back, drawing the smallest noises from his lips in between his incoherent mutters as he continued rutting out his high.
Peppering an array of wet kisses along your jaw and muttering "I'm sorry" in between each one, his embarrassment was evident. He pulled back, eyes meeting yours briefly before looking down to where you two were still connected, "Got me feeling like a god damn virgin," he mutters out, chest heaving and flushed a dark pink as he tries to regain his composure.
Peter slowly pulled out, gaze staying stuck on his cock leaving your weeping core, the mix of your arousal and his release stiring something inside him. His mesmerized look on his face making you lean up to see where he was tranfixed just in time to watch his once softening cock stir back to life, head still breaching you, and the oozing creaminess of his high coating the both of you.
Abruptly, successfully knocking the wind out of you with a high-pitched moan, Peter was slamming back into you with his own whimper from the overstimulation. His arms fell to either side of your head, caging your gaze and keeping your eyes fixed on his. The long lashes, the slight stubble, the faint scars from hundreds of patrols, and his scent - cinnamon sticks and pure musk - encapsulating you in every way your friend shouldn't.
"'m no where near done with you, baby, got lost time to make up for, yeah?" His tone pussy drunk, but mixed with someone else you couldn't quite place.
authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him"
and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)
prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater
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warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff
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Peter hated the summer.
Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.
Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.
He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.
So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.
Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.
And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.
“Hey!”
Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.
“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.
Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”
Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.
“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”
“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”
Lie.
Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.
Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.
And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.
At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.
This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.
Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.
He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.
“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.
“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”
Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.
“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.
He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.
“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.
“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.
Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.
“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”
Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”
“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”
Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.
You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.
“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.
You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”
“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.
“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.
“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”
“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.
“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.
Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.
She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.
“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”
May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.
“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”
Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.
“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”
“Hey!”
May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.
“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”
“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“
“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“
“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”
May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.
“The neighbor.”
“Mrs. Wozniak?”
“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”
“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”
“And that’s relevant why?”
“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．
You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.
“Oh, sorry, I was just-“
“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.
“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.
You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.
Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.
“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.
“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”
You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”
“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”
Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.
“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.
“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”
Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”
He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.
“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”
Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”
“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”
“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.
“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”
“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.
“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”
“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”
“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.
Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.
“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“
“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.
Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.
“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”
Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.
“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.
“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.
A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.
Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.
He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.
The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.
“What did you do to him Peter?”
“Nothing I swear!”
“Likely story.”
And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.
Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.
And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.
“I can’t believe that they gave us this much homework over winter break,” you melted into the bed underneath you.
“I’ve been telling you guys. They're actually evil,” Ned barely looked up from the chemistry worksheets that the three of you had been working on the past few hours.
“Guys our teachers aren’t evil,” Peter tried to sound stern but even his enthusiasm was waning after the hours of seemingly endless homework.
“Yes they are!” Ned and you spoke at the same time, sharing an eye roll. You continued, “it’s winter break and I think I’m doing more work now then during the actual school year!”
“It doesn’t mean they’re evil.”
“Yes it does!” Ned and Peter finally dropped their work and flopped down next to you. “Star Wars marathon?”
Request by @hahaboop : Could you write for peter Parker? So you know how I’m far from home peter wanted to sit with MJ but his plan failed? Could you write about how peter ends up sitting next to the reader and they end up bonding and get close during the school trip? Thank you !
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“Peter, there is a seat next to (Y/n). You can sit there,” The teacher brushes him off, gesturing toward the empty seat next to you.
He groans and accepts defeat, flopping into the seat beside you on the empty chair. His whole plan of this being his shot with MJ had fallen flat far too quickly.
“You wouldn’t have been my first choice either,” You comment to him, shifting in the seat as you pull your earphones out from your bag.
“No, no, sorry,” He says quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that I thought-“ He sighs, “Forget it. I’m Peter by the way.”
“(Y/n),” You respond, “I’m still the new girl and the one friend I’ve found is ill, so I think we’re both starting out pretty shit.”
He lets out a little laugh, “I’m sorry. Let’s start over. How long have you been going here?”
“About two weeks,” You say, “They thought they’d throw me on this trip as a good way of getting to know everyone.”
“Well it’s probably not a bad idea,” He shrugs, “What music are you listening to?”
“Here, it’s a new album,” You hand over one of your earphones which he hesitantly puts into his ear.
It’s an easy way of settling into each other’s company and it gives both of you an opportunity to think of enough conversation topics to last for the travelling time. You didn’t know many people at the school and had never been the best at introducing yourself to many, absolutely dreading the thought of having to face this entire school trip without the one person you thought you could rely on to keep you company. Part of you was damn relieved that the other seats had been taken and Peter ended up next to you. The other part wondered who he wanted to be with instead.
- - - - - -
It’s an hour or so later when the album has ended and the two of you settle into normal chatter.
“You can’t be serious!” He exclaims, “You’ve never seen Star Wars?”
“I’m sorry but I don’t understand it,” You defend, laughing at his absolute horror.
“Okay, I’m not letting that pass, you have to watch it. I’ll explain it to you,” He assures you, “I can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars.”
“What’s so good about it? I don’t get it.”
He deadpans you and blinks a few times, “It’s brilliant, okay? You’re watching it, end of discussion.”
“Okay, alright, fine,” You shake your head, “But you’ve given me big expectations now.”
Peter smiles at you and takes in your appearance for what felt like the first time. You seemed understated. Your hair was pulled out of your face and it somehow managed to shadow all of your features perfectly in the poor, natural light.
“So, (Y/n), how come you ended up in Queens?” He asks, head resting back against the chair as he feels himself relaxing more into getting to know you.
“My Dad travels a lot with work, we’re never in one place for too long,” You explain, “So, I ended up here to hopefully stay until I graduate.”
“It’s not such a bad place to graduate from,” He assures you, “I’m just surprised that we didn’t meet each other sooner.”
And just like that, the conversation continues with such ease that you find yourself wondering the same thing. How had you not met him before?
- - - - - -
“Well, thank you for making this journey go a little quicker,” You smile as the two of you follow the crowd through the airport until you’re all told to stand around so they can count you, “I’ll see you around.”
“Hey, um, I’d be happy to spend some more time with you... if you, you know, if you want to,” He smiles bashfully, adjusting his grip on the strap of his rucksack.
“Peter, you’re really sweet. But I wasn’t the one you wanted in that seat, go and find who was originally meant to be with you,” You encourage, walking ahead to try to create some distance between you two.
You don’t see how his shoulders drop a little or his lips part like he’s trying to find the right words to say. And no amount of science can tell him how on Earth one flight had changed so much of what he thought he knew.
- - - - - -
The next day, the group are all piling onto the coach once again and you’re relieved to have met a few people who seemed nice enough to spend the remainder of the trip with.
“Here, sit with us (Y/n),” One of them encourages, gesturing to the empty seat beside them.
You’re stopped from responding as Peter comes up behind you.
“There are two seats there, if you want,” He seems far too nervous to make a bold move but you’re impressed at his attempt.
“Are the other seats taken?” You smile a little, glancing around.
“No,” He cuts in quickly, “But I found out I could get Star Wats on my phone so... do you want to watch with me?”
“Sure,” You smile, taking one of his earphones and shuffling close so that both of you could crowd around the screen to watch.
You’re about twenty minutes in when he gets a notification pop through on his phone from ‘Aunt May’
‘Hello Honey! Hope you’re safe and that your Peter Tingle is under control ;) Miss you already xx’
You smile a little at the message as he quickly tries to swipe it away from the screen before you can read it.
“That’s- that’s just my aunt May. She’s just checking in,” He nods, cheeks turning a dark shade of red like a switch had just flipped.
“Your Peter tingle?” You raise your brows, “Do I want to know what that is?”
He scratches the back of his neck, “She’s just joking, it’s um, well it’s just that...”
“Peter?” You break through his fumbling, “Should we just carry on with the film?”
“Yeah,” He lets out an exasperated breath, “Yeah, okay.”
You find him stealing a few glances in your direction as you try to understand the film he’d spoken so proudly of. And, somewhere along the line, you forget that this ever happened because of an unwanted mistake.
- - - - - -
You find yourself spending more and more time with Peter as the week passes until he’s asked you to go out with him one evening. He said he’d found somewhere cool and was asking if you’d want to go with him. How could you possibly say no when he’d asking was so bashful?
“So you’re going out with MJ tonight? Is this when you finally make your move?” Ned nudges him excitedly.
“No, no Im going out with (Y/n),” Peter explains, tucking his phone into his pocket and checking his appearance once again.
“(Y/n)?” Ned exclaims, “What kind of a player are you?”
“I’m not a player. She’s really nice Ned, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s sweet.”
“Does she know...”
“No,” Peter cuts in, “And I’m not planning on telling her, she doesn’t need to know. I like her and I don’t want to mess this up.”
“How did you move on so fast?” Ned frowns, brushing his teeth.
Peter glances at his phone where you’d just texted to say you were ready, “I didn’t expect it either.”
- - - - - -
That night, Peter walks you around the city and only stops when he realises how to say what he’s been trying to this whole time.
“I just wanted to apologise, (Y/n),” He cuts through the tranquility between you.
“Apologise?” You frown, stopping with him as you listen to what he was about to say.
“I think I came off pretty bad when I first spoke to you. It’s true, I set up this whole plan to sit with Mj on the plane and maybe see how things went with her. Up until this trip I was certain that what I was feeling for her was a definite crush,” He explains, a little too quickly to be confident, “But then I spent that whole journey with you and it was all I could think about. When you got off that plane, I couldn’t think about anything else.”
You swallow the lump in your throat and can’t help but smile a little at how adorable he had the ability to be.
“I really think that I like you (Y/n),” His voice sounds so precious as he says the words and it baffles you that he still has such an innocence, despite his muscular form.
“I think I like you too, Peter,” You smile, thankful that he’s blushing too.
“Oh, right, okay, because I was thinking you maybe felt a bit-“
“Peter?” You cut in, “It’s fine. Things change, I know that. Up until that plane, I had a major crush on Brad.”
You’re joking but it makes you laugh even more when you see his face fall.
“We should probably get back to our rooms before they realise we’re missing,” You suggest, starting to make way back to the hotel.
Peter readjusts his posture like he’s regaining confidence as he walks beside you, a little closer now then he had been. When your hand locks with his and you smile in his direction, he’s damn thankful for that unfortunate opportunity that broke his plans on the plane. And everything else seems to fade away, but you.
a/n: Here’s a Bucky Drabble. I hope you like it :) ps: do you guys have like the worst cramps too? I’m almost everytime dying and I hate it -.-
You felt your organs being ripped out of your body. This was the most painful thing you have ever witnessed. It was hurting so bad that you let out a loud sigh and hoped that it stopped. That was worse.
Much worse. You turned from the fetal position on your back and spread your legs.
‚Okay, now it’s okay. Just don’t move.‘
You thought. With a light scream you clamped your legs together and you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Fuck..”. These cramps just won’t get better. Turning to the side you grabbed your phone. Maybe if you relaxed with music, it’ll go away. You turned your music on and closed your eyes and breathed in and out.
You turned on your tummy and squeezed your legs together holding a breath when the cramps got worse.
“Nope nope nope nope... ugh” you turned back on the side and squeezed your eyes shut again. You need a hot water bottle but you can’t get up. If you move any more you’ll die. This pain is unbearable. Why do girls have to go through this just to know that they’re not fucking pregnant.
“A letter would be enough” you said placing your hands on your abdomen.
“I’ll die here. This is my last moment..”
You closed your eyes again and held in a breath when the pain started to creep up on you. You grabbed your phone and unlocked it. You need a warm bottle and pain killers but when you get up you’re going to collapse on the ground and then you’ll die. And you weren’t sure if you were ready to die just yet.
Your finger danced on Buckys name on the screen of your phone when you decided to push it.
“Fuck this” you said when it started to ring.
After the second ring you heard a light shuffle. It was quite for a moment and then you heard a cough.
“Sorry... hi (Y/N)?”
“Bucky am interrupting something?” you asked. He chuckled.
“I was just taking a nap what’s up?”
“Help me please im in pain” you switched back on your tummy and the pain slowly decreased but not going away completely.
Bucky immediately shot up from his bed throwing the covers away.
“What why? What happened? Where are you?” He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“I’m in my room can you bring me some things?”
He opened his door and walked straight to your room still having you on the phone. He didn’t say a thing until you heard a light knock on your door.
“Bucky I can’t open the door I can’t get up” with that you heard the door being opened in one swing and a confused and tired looking Bucky stood at your doorway.
“Hi..” you said waving at him and grinning. He bowed down and leaned his hands on both his knees as he sighed out. He came up again and shook his head as he walked over to you and took a seat on your bed next to you.
“Don’t do that ever again. I thought you’re dying” he said looking you up and down, making sure you’re really not dying.
“I AM dying” you said while turning on your back and squeezing your legs. Bucky’s face turned from confused to more confused.
“(Y/N)? What’s with you?” He grabbed your hand and rubbed it gently. You just whispered ‘my tummy’ when you felt the pain got worse.
He squinted his eyes and looked at you. “What? I can’t hear y-“
“MY TUMMY. I HAVE CRAMPS. IM BLEEDING OK??” You yelled out and turned on your tummy again burying your face into your pillow.
“Ouch” Bucky said soothingly patting your head.
“This is probably hurting” you lifted your head slowly, glaring at him.
He immediately put both his hands up, laughing.
“Sorry please don’t kill me”
Your face fell back on your pillow and you sighed loudly. Bucky chuckled again and started to rub your back for a moment.
“What can I do, doll?” He said after a while, nudging your side. You lifted your face and placed your head on your pillow, looking up at him. He still looked tired. His hair is messy and his red shirt is backwards. He really did think something bad happened to you. You grabbed his hand and smiled up at him.
“You’re tired.. go to sleep I’ll get it myself”
You said smiling at him more. He shook his head and stood up from the bed.
“I’m up. Now tell me.. what do you need?”
You turned to face him and sat up on your bed.
“Can you bring me pain killers and a hot water bottle” you said while Bucky stared at you.
“Sure.. but what is a hot water bottle?”
You blinked a few times and laughed.
“It’s a bottle where you can put hot water inside” you said with a jokingly tone.
“Oh.. yes” Bucky said snapping a finger in your direction.
“Sure, I know what a hot water bottle is. I’ll be right back doll”
You rolled your eyes when he left the room, sliding down to lay on your back again. A sharp pain creeped up your body.
“I should have called Natasha..”
Fifteen minutes later and 3000 years of pain later you heard how Bucky entered your room. He closed your door shut gently and walked up to your bed.
“Doll? Are you awake?” You felt how the bed dipped beside you. He lifted the blanket off your head and started to stroke your hair.
“Doll..”
“Hmmmh I’m awake” you mumbled with your blanket and pillow over your head.
You lifted yourself up and sat on your bed facing him. He gave you a pain killer and a glass of water and watched you gulping it down your throat. He nodded when he placed the warm bottle over your tummy and covered you with the blanket.
You murmured a ‘thank you’ when he took your hand and held it.
“No need to thank me. Now sleep and when you wake up we’re getting food okay?”
You nodded when you slowly felt tired again. The pain killers will take their time but they sometimes knock you off completely. You slid down and placed your head on your pillow, still holding Bucky’s hand.
“Come continue your nap” you said cuddling to his arm. He looked at you and grinned, letting his other hand glide through your hair.
You moved to the side and winced a little when the cramps came. He slid inside the bed next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Ouch” you said when he finally positioned himself, facing you. You were laying on your back with the warm bottle on your tummy and Bucky’s arm draped over your tummy, laying on the side.
“This is nice” you said burring your face in his neck. He smelled good. The arm he draped over your tummy soothingly caressed your skin until he heard light snoring coming from you.
He never knew that period pains could be so painful. But knowing that you’re a tiny little bit better now made him feel much more relaxed. He couldn’t sleep but didn’t want to get up too. So he stayed there and watched you sleep. Leaning in from time to time to give you a light kiss on your forehead, and thinking about when he should tell you how much of a crush he has on you.
MASTERLIST
My requests are open but I still have lots of stories to post so it might take a while hehe
It was frustrating being friends with Peter sometimes. Especially lately. Ever since that Stark Internship- it had basically taken over his life. You hated to admit that you were jealous of Tony Stark for taking Peter away from you. Lately, you had been feeling neglected by Peter...
45 minutes ago. Peter was meant to meet you at his apartment 45 minutes ago. You’d waited there; May had let you in, and with a sad, pitying look said that Peter wasn’t here, but would probably be here. Soon. It wasn’t soon. Far from it. You were so annoyed, but mostly sad; maybe Peter didn’t want you around anymore.
You had just walked out of Peter room when you heard a noise. As quickly as you could, you turned around, but you found the door already shut.
“Peter?” you asked, “Is that you in there?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Let me in! Where have you been? If I wasn’t so worried, I’d be mad right now!” you yelled through the door.
Peter, who had just climbed through the window, was now in a panic in his room. You were outside, impatiently asking him to open the door. But, he couldn’t; he was still dressed in the suit.
“I- I will. Give me a second.”
“Peter, I’ve given you nearly an hour!” you huffed, “Stop shutting me out!”
You sighed, as you heard Peter fumbling to make an excuse.
“You know what? Don’t worry about it, Peter,” you muttered, “I’ll see you in school. Bye.”
Peter was even more distressed; he heard the disappointment in your voice. It hurt that he had done that to you. He had kept you waiting, and he felt awful; Spiderman had gotten in the way of your friendship, and he’d push you aside.
“Wait! Please!” Peter said, rushing out of his door, still in his suit but without the mask.
“Peter... What are you-”
“-I’m Spiderman. I’m Spiderman and I’m sorry for keeping you waiting because of it,” Peter confessed, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please don’t leave.”
“Oh fuck- this is so... This is so cool!”
“You’re not mad?” Peter asked, surprised.
“A little... but, I’m sure you’ll think about a way to make it up to me. And, now I get to say Spiderman is my best friend,” you smile.
The warm, twinkling string lights provided enough light to illuminate the dance floor, the surroundings tables finally empty and the sound of the music echoing off the walls. The last bit of excitement could be heard distantly as the last few guests made their way to their cars.
Your first dance song played again, much lower and soft, as you and Peter shared one more dance together. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, essentially just hugging tightly as you swayed to the music.
"Mrs. Parker," her whispered, lips practically on your neck with how close he needed wanted to be to you.
"Mr. Parker," you hummed back softly, giggling immediately after the formality left your lips.
This was a long time coming, decades of being friends, years of dating, and what felt like an eternity of engagement and wedding planning. It truly could have been any better though, beyond thrilled with how every little detail and quirk of the night had went.
"Can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, almost to himself more than you, "Childhood dream come true."
You couldn't help but feel your body warm at his words, "Peter, you had me before we were even married."
"I know," he pressed a kiss to the skin of your neck before moving so he could look you in the eye, "But now, no one can deny it, and you never have to doubt if I'm yours or not."
You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Peter, my sweet, we have always been each others."
Prompt I think(??) - "Pour me a drink too I'm gonna need it" Ned to Peter after Peter gets back from doing something dumb and endangering his life, but plot twist they're 15 so they're just taking shots of Orange juice or Pepsi or something
From this prompt, I assume? They never ended up getting around to taking shots and it did end up more angsty than I would’ve liked, but hope you like.
“Pour me a drink too. I’m gonna need it.”
The fridge door slammed with the force ofPeter’s surprise. He sprang into action immediately. Grabbing a nearby cuttingboard, he raised it instinctively to shoulder height and was prepared to throwit when-
“Ned?” he squeaked. His friendwaved pitifully at him from where he was hunched over at the breakfast bar.Peter lowered the wooden cutting board, dropping it back on the table with adull clunk. “Ned, what the hell are you doing here?!”
“Aunt May let me in,” explainedNed, “said you were out.”
Peter bit his lip. The emphasis Ned put onthe word out spoke volumes as to how upset his friend was. He’d promisedNed, after all, that he wouldn’t go out without shooting him a text first, butin the ensuing excitement of facing down a mass of mutant lizards with theAvengers, he’d completely forgotten. Hence, out.
“Ah, I’m sorry, man,” he saidapologetically, wincing. “I was just so busy that I forgot to let youknow.”
Ned sighed. “Yeah, busy fighting mutantlizards, I know,” he said. “I saw it on the TV.”
“I’m sorry man,” Peter repeated.
Ned shrugged again, the defeated expressionon his face tugging at Peter’s heartstrings. “S'ok,” he said. “Iwas just worried about you, is all. You make me worry a lot.”
For a moment, Peter was struck speechless,unable to do anything other than gape like a stunned mullet. Then, in a croakyvoice, he replied, “I don’t mean to make you worry.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Ned, fidgetingwith his phone. He sighed again, long and drawn out, and Peter felt for asecond that he was going to get a grilling, but then Ned’s face cleared and hewas nodding. “So, that drink?”
Peter’s mouth hung open. “I was gettingorange juice.”
