#tasm blurb

[spiderfunkz]

all i can think abt is tasm!peter in his room listening to music and stitching up his suit 😞

in my head he’s a smiths and mcr fan

this is soooo real!!! slow days with peter where he just plays music in the background as he stitches up his suit & you're on his bed reading his messy journal entries, it's quiet, the weather is perfect, the sun isn't too bright, and you're enjoying each others presence.

small blurb ahead, not proofread.

new york is always busy and loud. no matter what time it was or how the weather is, the city never sleeps.

though this particular afternoon was quiet. maybe it was because the music peter was playing, the old cd player still works to your surprise, or maybe it was because you were so focused on peter's old journal he let you read.

"oh this ones funny. april 19th, a year ago." you giggled. peter hummed, "what did i say?" — "dear diary, today i was in a rush to class. instead of grabbing my pencil, i stupidly grabbed the banana on the counter beside it. i think i was half-asleep because i didn't question the texture difference until i stepped foot in the class holding a half opened banana."

"that wasn't me," peter shook his head. "i would never write 'dear diary' at the start of my entry."

"but you would bring a half opened banana?"

peter nodded his head.

you lay back down at the bed. flipping through the pages of the journal. peter had his glasses on, which you think is adorable, he doesn't wear it that often though. he thinks it's nerdy but thankfully you like nerds. obviously.

"ooh i like this song." you commented.

"everyone likes the smiths," peter stated. "no one likes it as much as me though." he smiled at you, rather threatening-ly.

"okay.. do they help you focus?" you raided your brow. peter was still looking at you, "yeah.."

"really? the hole you're trying to stitch is getting bigger, peter."

[randomoutsiders]

Hey! Could you write something about Peter Parker (Andrew's version) asking the popular reader to take his virginity?

(this is set in a college!au :) )

evidence of prior students is carved into the tray table that unfolds from beside his auditorium chair and over his jumping legs, initials of a and g etched out of its once-smooth surface. peter courses the pad of his thumb over the groove, swallowing a thick weight in the back of his throat when you turn into his aisle, head turned over your shoulder to wave away a friend.

discarding your friend is a strange occurence, and the taste of rubber is bitter when the man sinks his teeth into that of his pencil, watching when you maneuver into a seat beside him and toss your tote over the one beside you. "hey," you rummage for a notebook, hiking a leg up and wedging your heel into the cheap cushion under your bottom. "angela forgot her glasses so she wants to sit up closer, but i'd rather die than be closer than i have to be to that asshole," a page nearly tears when you flip through the notebook.

peter forces a snort, trepidation pinpricking at his thumping chest when your bicep brushes against his own, and the heat that climbs up his jugular is seemingly not paralleled with the pretty girl on his right. "tell me about it," his hand drops against the plastic of the tiny tabletop. "he's too hard on grading."

he bites his tongue about the sterling marks he's recently received, rapping the wood of the writing utensil against the desk. "you got my text, didn't you?" he forces a whisper, slinking back further into his chair.

at this point, the knees of his long legs push into the seat in front him, and he hides from the annoyed glance from the student in said seat, but is grateful for the match-up in height.

you nod, licking over your lips. "yeah, you said you could help me with this unit, right? and as a thank you, i can bring dinner."

he shakes his head, using his thumb nail to fidget with the engraved initials. "i was thinking you could thank me.. another way, maybe?" he gnaws on the inside of his cheek.

"what are you thinking?"

his pupils swarm, ebbing and growing until they swarm out the warm brown of his irises. he looks over at you, and the piercing black that blinks back at you tugs at your heart strings. "figured i'd.. give this whole sex thing a try," he muscles out, cheeks a rosy pink. "and thought you were a good person to try it out with... how does that sound?"

you tongue at your cheek at his bashful expression, nodding. "you're getting bold, pete."

he swallows again, and adjusts himself awkwardly. "oh.. cause.. dinner is fine too. i'm.. i'm fine with dinner."

"no, peter," you slap playfully at his bouncing knee. "i'd love to. just make sure you have some extra condoms on hand, i don't think i have anymore.

[mrshipsmcgee]

*****a drunk blurb 4 u*****

You and your best friend, Peter had decided to attend Phi Alpha Sigma’s Spring Mixer out of boredom. The two of you were right on theme for the ‘Iconic Couples’ party, dressing up as Westley and Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride. Peter was in a black thrasher shirt, black skinny jeans with his head covered and wrapped with a black mask, sporting a ridiculous, last minute, black eye liner mustache you had drawn above his upper lip, and you were wearing a floor length, red long-sleeved dress.

“We clean up nice,” Peter said as the two of you stood against the wall of the fraternity’s crowded living room, both holding red solo cups filled with Jungle Juice.

“Wait, what?!” You yell, trying to speak over the thumping music, leaning towards Peter with your hand cupped beside your mouth. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the music!”

“I said that we clean up nice!” He yells, leaning closer to you - the smell of alcohol wafting in your face.

“God, Pete! How much have you drank?” You yell, stepping closer to him, stepping on his toe in the process and stumbling a bit. Peter’s wide hand gently spreads across the small of your back as he sloppily steps towards you, trying to balance himself and you in his embrace.

He lets out a small laugh, awkwardly pulling his hand from your back just as his honey eyes meet yours, pausing for a moment as he smiles down at you.

“What?” You smirk, squinting your eyes at him before you take a sip from your solo cup.

He licks his lips, eye to eye with you as a soft blush grows on his cheeks - “You look beautiful, Princess.”

“Did you just say that I look beautiful?” You speak into his ear, your bottom lip accidentally brushing against his flesh - immediately sending tingles down your spine just as Peter turns his face towards you, noses brushing together as he yells, “What?!”

You both pause, wide-eyed staring at one another, feeling like the only two people left in the world though the party rages around you.

Peter blinks, swallowing hard before his shaking hand raises, gently hooking his finger below your jaw and tilting your ear towards his mouth.. his lips brush against your skin as he says, “I think that you’re beautiful.”

“Peter, you’re drunk,” you laugh, though your stomach was actively tying into knots.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just in love with you,” he says, clearing his throat as his finger tips delicately trace your hand, softly lacing his fingertips in between yours.

Your eyes meet again. He raises his brows, nodding towards you as he repeats, “I’m in love with you.”

[feralaquamoonchild]

female!reader x tasm peter

in which a certain asshole is talking about fuckable girls in their grade and asks peter his opinion.

***

rumors spread fast in school, everyone knows that. not only do they spread quickly, but they get exaggerated.

and that’s what happened today.

“you know who’s really hot? alicia!” one of flash’s delinquent friends says.

“yeah right, maybe from the back with a bag over her head.” flash retorts to his friend with a chuckle. peter overhears this conversation and rolls his eyes. he continues to get a head start on his lab while their teacher is out sick.

“yeah, but she’s fuckable, so that’s all that matters, right?” another one of flash’s friends jokes.

“you know who IS fuckable? rachel. she’s gotta be the hottest in our grade hands down.” they continue the degrading discussion while peter continues to work and attempts to ignore them, until he’s caught looking at the group of morons, making him look engaged in their conversation.

flash notices and decides to prod, “what about you, parker?” peter looks around as if there’s another parker present.

“what about me?” he replies.

“who do YOU think is the most fuckable person in our grade?” flash questions with a teasing grin. peter looks taken aback, how was he supposed to respond to that?

“oh, um i don’t know-“

“who’s pants are you just dying to get in?” flash laughs with his friends.

“i—uh—think the prettiest girl in our grade is Y/N..?” he said in the tone of a question, to which sent the group of boys into a fit of laughter. the bell rings and peter gets up and grabs his stuff as they continue to laugh at him as he walks out the door.

peter and Y/N had been friends since junior high. she was always nice to him considering he was classified as a “nerd” and she was among the well liked. he’d always had a slight crush on her, but never felt the desire to speak up on it.

by lunch, the details of that exchange were being spread, but nobody really thought much of it. everyone is used to flash and his friends being assholes.

the only person who seemed to care was Y/N. so much so that she felt the need to approach peter while he was alone at his lunch table.

she plops down in front of where he’s sat and he raises his head up from his camera, knowing what’s coming. “i hear that you think i’m the prettiest in our grade, parker,” she playfully probes.

“oh, that was a misunderstanding,” he said and immediately realizes how it sounds, Y/N with an amused look on her face.

“not a misunderstanding, more of a misinterpretation! not that i don’t think you’re pretty, or the prettiest in our grade, i think you’re very pretty—“ he stumbles. she cuts him off, laughing lightly, “dude, chill, i get it. i just wanted to say thank you. i think you’re very pretty too.” she dropped that bomb and started to get up and walk away. he sat in disbelief and continued on with his lunch with a newfound confidence.

***

idk where this was going i just needed to get active sorry i’ve been lazy

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[swimmingthroughthemilkyway]

Spider Lilies — Peter Parker (ag)

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summary: you give peter flowers

a/n: 🤦‍♂️ 💐 😊<- that’s it, that’s the gif. also, pretty boy deserves pretty flowers. and before anyone says anything, ik that the flowers in the story aren’t the ones in the gif

content: gender neutral reader, fluff, friends to lovers, so much cute awkwardness

“F-for me?” He looked at the flowers that you held out to him with extended arms then to your face that was turned to the side, avoiding his eyes. You lightly chuckled, already embarrassed by the gesture you knew he’d think was stupid,

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, they’re for you.” You took a quick glance at your best friend only to see him almost gaping at the bouquet in your hands. You pulled it back towards your chest and stared at it along with him, “Um, these are spider lilies. Red spider lilies. I-I saw it and thought of you.” You could feel his eyes suddenly shift up to try and meet yours. “Because it’s funny. Cause you’re Spider-man. And wear red spandex while fighting lizard men.” He scrunched his nose,

“That was like once.”

“Twice.”

“Fine, twice.” Your eyes finally met his as both of your laughter faded out into smiley silence. He cleared his throat and pointed out to the blue flowers in your hands, “I’m assuming these aren’t also red spider lilies.”

“No! Ah, those are just blue poppies. Nothing special about them, just matched your suit.”

It seemed pretty special to him.

Too special. He couldn’t believe it.

“There’s not an actual spider in here too, is there?” he stood on his toes, comically leaning over to inspect the petals as he remembered various other small pranks you’ve pulled in the past.

“No, they’re just flowers.”

“Huh.”

“Huh.”

When he looked back up, your faces were nearly touching. But right before he could even consider making a move, you took the smallest step back. You silently cursed yourself, fucking coward.

“So, what’s the occasion?” He already knew the answer, you had already said it. But he wanted to hear it again.

“Nothing, just saw them and they just… reminded me of you.” You realized that you brought him flowers, yet they were still in your own death grip, so you pushed them forward again. This time, he took it,

“The last time I got flowers was when uncle Ben died.” He rolled his eyes at himself and pushed the flowers up to hide behind, shaking his head slightly as one word raced through his mind, shit, shit, shit, shit. “That’s uh, that’s depressing. Totally kills the mood.”

“The mood?” He looked back up at you,

“Yeah, the mood. What I meant was that I don’t get flowers very often. It’s nice, really nice. Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, everyone deserves flowers every once in awhile. People like you deserve them all the time.” Your phone rang, a call summoning you to work. You silenced it for now. “Shit, I gotta go, Peter. Just remember to put those in water and—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before a quick peck on your lips from a blushing Peter caught you of guard. You stared at him in shock for a moment before your phone rang again, evidently someone really needed you there on your day off.

“You really gotta go.”

“Yeah. Just uh, just, water! Remember, water.”

“Yeah, got it. Water.”

“And we’ll uh, we’ll talk about that later, yeah?” He nodded,

“Yeah.”

“Bye,” you walked away, never hearing him close the door behind you. But as soon as you turned the corner and knew you were out of sight, you grinned to yourself and practically raced down the hall to take the call in the elevator. The faster you dealt with this, the faster you could deal with your shared feelings.

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[makeupbychio]

Just Dance // tasm!peter x fem!reader

*gif credits to the owner*

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Game night with Peter, just not the games he is used to play.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, mentions of intimacy(?)

A/N: First blurb dedicated to my boy Peter Parker so I hope you like it, let me know if you have other ideas<3. English is not my first language.

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“There she is!” Peter shouted from his spot in the living room with your little sibling. Yeah, not a surprise that he is in your house without you, he is like a member of it after all these years of knowing each other. Your parents love him and don’t make me start on how much your little sibling ADORES him.

You wanted to greet him but he was kinda busy once you realized what they were doing. So meanwhile you say hi to your parents that were in the kitchen cooking dinner and at same time laughing at the view they have of the game Peter and your sibling were playing.

“I can hear you, guys” Peter said without taking his eyes off the tv.

“Oh honey they are not laughing at you, they are laughing WITH you” you told him trying to hide your giggles too.

He knew it wasn’t in an offensive way.

You know he is doing his best, but let’s be honest… he’s not a good dancer. Yeah, they are playing Just Dance. It’s your favorite with your sibling, and Peter can’t say no when they ask him to participate.

You get closer to the living room, sitting on the couch that is behind the dance floor they made space for the game. “I’m going to win!” your sibling said. Yeah, they were a little competitive.

“Yeah you are really good at this!” Peter said to comfort them knowing that it doesn’t have a winner since the videos are from Youtube and not actually from a console with the remote. He was really nice with kids, he literally knew your sibling since they were born.

He is already without breath, a small amount of sweat on his forehead. Even with superpowers you can’t compare his energy with a kid’s. You just admire from your spot the people that you love the most having fun.

“Okay, last one baby, let Peter hang out with his girlfriend” your parents said from the kitchen knowing that they could go for hours dancing and jumping.

It is that kind of situation that every time Peter comes around your sibling forget that he is your boyfriend and not theirs. But neither of you mind, it feels like home, as always.

It is funny when you look at their backs the height difference between them, so Peter struggles more when a step requires to go down on the floor. Especially this song ‘Rasputin’.

“But mom, we are having fun!” your sibling said. It was the end of the song and you negotiated with them without breaking their heart. “K’, choose another one but that is the last one” you kneeled in front of them.

“I’m going to practice and come back for revenge” Peter said following the enthusiasm of your sibling.

You know what song was going to pick for the last one, your sibling have their favorites. And ‘Swish Swish’ started. To be honest, it was one of your favorites too. That's why your sibling invited you to join them.

“It’s all about the attitude” Peter said to himself, always down to offer a five-star show despite his dancing skills.

“I’m going to be the one with the big trousers” your sibling said, pointing at the dancer in the game. There were 4 dancers and with specific dance moves in between the routine. You choose the dancer with the braid.

“K’ so I’m that one with the beard” Peter pointed at his dancer. Peter feels comfortable enough to dance in front of you and your family but he doubts that he would do that in front of strangers, maybe they would think that it’s childish coming from him.

This dance in particular is really fun and cool. You both know the lyrics so Peter dances and sings at the same time. You love Nicki Minaj’s verse and Peter the part with the floss dance.

Once the song ended you and your family clapped at the dance team.

“Give me a high five!” Peter kneeled in front of your sibling and after the gesture he immediately bent over to your height to kiss your lips.

“That was awesome, Peter!” your little sibling couldn’t resist their happiness. “Thank you so much for playing with me”. Like I said, they ADORE your boyfriend. And Peter’s heart melts every time, he can’t wait to have his own family to experience this joy every single moment.

“K’ now homework and then dinner” your parents said to the little child. Once the kid was in their room, you took Peter’s hand to lead him to your room.

Your dad struggles not to scream ‘don’t close the door’ but your mom has told him to respect your privacy, and they would be fools to think that nothing intimate has already happened between you two when you were alone.

Peter sits at the edge of your bed admiring you while you change for more comfortable clothes. You take a seat on his lap, placing your arms around his neck and resting your face on his neck taking on his scent, your favorite.

“I missed you” Peter said while kissing the top of your head. He always lets you know his feelings.

“Me too, sorry that you got stuck with my family” you change your posture to look him in the eyes. “My mom called me to buy something for dinner”.

“Don’t be” Peter reassures you. You still don’t understand how okay he is with it.

You stayed there cuddling in silence, a moment of peace after a long day. After a while, your parents let you know that dinner was ready. Your mother already asked him if he was going to stay for dinner.

Before you stand up from his lap, he holds your chin to make you look at him. “I mean that about my steps” he said. It took you a moment to understand what he was talking about, he noticed your confusion. “I’m going to train every day so that on the day of our wedding I’ll be the best dancer for my girl” he smirks.

You follow his cockiness to tease him “Oh you feelin’ pretty confident about that”.

“I’m going to be such a good dancer that they are going to hire me for the next edition of Just Dance” he jokes.

“Are you going to wear your spidey suit for that?” you tease him. He was about to answer but your mom gave you both the last call. He was being serious about how he is going to practice every day for the big day. Also feeling confident and hoping that soon he can be with the love of his life forever.

[spiderfunkz]

✦ RING, RING, RING!

"i think i can really fall in love with him."

word count : 0,9k

warnings : fluff, fem!reader, gwen is mentioned to be readers best friend, harry is mentioned as well, cutesy first dates, peter being just so madly in love & so are you. not proofread!

a/n : inspired by that one scene from 'before sunrise' where celine and jesse pretend to call their friends and tell them about each other :)) also i know i'm late to valentines but it's still february sooooo

if you told yourself a few days ago that you'd be spending valentines day with peter parker, you would laugh at the thought of it.

but right now you couldn't laugh at anything but peter's stupidly unfunny jokes and his cheesy, dry, pickup lines.

you couldn't imagine what valentines would be like with peter parker, but you don't have to. you're experiencing it right now.

he had asked you in a way you've only seen in rom-coms from the 90s. he knocked on your door with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box full of chocolate, and a nervous nerdy smile.

and you accepted it obviously. peter's nice. really nice. out of all the boys in your class, he's a gentleman compared to them.

he's got those big brown doe eyes that make you blush if you make eye contact. that weirdly fluffy hair, that makes you wonder what his hair care routine is like sometimes. the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. and a heart bigger than a size of a lake.

and my gosh, you love him.

he made a reservation at this restaurant. one that you've passed by many times but never seem to stop by. you've always thought it was too fancy for a normal hangout with friends or family, it was always crowded with couples too. it always had a jazz band playing, roses on each table, and you could smell the scent of love from outside.

it was everything you've ever dreamed of. you didn't want it to end but unfortunately, the day got darker and the sun began to set.

"i really enjoyed today, peter." you smile.

"yeah of course. i really enjoyed today too." he replied, there was still a splotch of spaghetti sauce near his mouth.

"unfortunate that the hours went by so quickly, i think i have to go home soon." you pout, peter was still smiling, that spaghetti splotch is not going anywhere.

"or maybe we could still talk, for a bit." he paused for a second before making a hand gesture resembling a phone.

"ring, ring, ring!" he mimicked. you furrow your brows.

"pick it up." he stays smiley.

"okay, beep." you laugh, following his gestures.

peter mouths a 'thank you' before continuing, "oh yeah uh, harry? harry are you there?" he asks.

you knew harry, he's peter's closest friend. they're like two peas in a pod and you could never separate them, not even when harry moved away for years.

you join in his little joke. "uh yeah dude, this is harry. dude." you try to mimic his voice.

"yeah, hey harry! do you remember that girl i was gonna ask out for valentines? the really pretty girl from bio class?" his face became pink.

"oh yeah! the really pretty girl. i know her."

"yeah so, she's with me right now and i am just so happy."

"really? how happy?"

"extremely. she's so fun to talk to. she's so incredibly wonderful and i cannot put it into words how beautiful she is. really harry, you were right. she's an angel."

you smile. "really what else? how did the date go?" your voice rasps, clearly you couldn't really perfect the accent harry has. but peter seemed to like it.

"amazing. the food was great, this restaurant is good, i uh- got the reservation in time so everything has been going perfectly.

she's such a ray of sunshine. i can't stop stealing a glance every time, harry. i dunno what's about it, she's just so- perfect."

peter continues. he's doing it on purpose. well, not really, he was going to call harry and say all of those things. but he thinks it's better to tell you face to face. besides, he loves seeing you smile.

you try your best to blurt out a reply without stuttering. "that's um, that's amazing, dude. i bet she feels the same way about you." you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"you really think so?" peter tilts his head.

"i'm sure."

"well, thanks harry. i'll see you later, bye bye." he hangs up, mimicking a beep on the table.

you laugh.

"okay now it's your turn."

"my turn? oh, okay." you gesture your hand.

"dring, dring, dring!" you say, "ugh she's probably studying right now." you explain.

peter picks up, in a voice that will haunt you for years. "hey, girl! what is up!" peter laughs.

it took every cell in your body to not burst out laughing in front of everyone in that restaurant. "hi, gwen. is uh- is your voice okay?" you ask.

"better than ever!" — "oh, okay." you hold your laughter. "um, you know peter? peter parker from biology. the one with fluffy hair and pretty eyes?"

peter smiles, he blushes from his nose.

"yeah so, i'm on a date with him right now. and it feels like a dream. he's prettier up close. he styled his hair, yeah, it's pretty. and he's got spaghetti sauce smeared near his lips." you smile.

peter immediately fixes the splotch, finally.

"he's kind of tall. and he's kinda nerdy too. just my type." you cover your smile, "i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away." you continued.

peter smiles, "what a nice guy."

"he really is. as the date goes on i start to like him even more. i feel like i can really open up to him."

"really?"

"mhm. he got me flowers and some chocolate too. he's funny too, he's got a voice i can listen to for hours. he's like a shot of espresso, you know?"

peter couldn't hide his blush anymore. "a shot of espresso?"

"he makes me feel energized in a way, and he also makes my heart beat really fast." you laugh, "i think i can really fall in love with him."

[spiderfunkz]

✦ SPEECHLESS.

— summary : peter's very charming, and incredibly straight-forward, but mostly charming.

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : fluff, teasing, just peter being peter.

a/n : my requests are open for peter!! also this is so messy sorry i just needed to post something.

you groan, staring at the papers that your teacher just gave out earlier today. the words on the worksheet seem to be walking around, making it hard for you to read and understand.

you've been partners with peter before, this one being the third time. the second time you were partners was in biology, which was months ago, and the first time was in middle school, it still counts though.

he was always fun to be around. making jokes that come out naturally, he seems like he isn't trying to hard to be funny. he's smart, charming, handsome, pretty even, and being completely honest, he's totally your type.

but you've never tried to talk about that to peter. you didn't want to make things awkward, not when everything seems to be going perfectly fine for you.

"so. should i do the first five numbers? and you do the other five?" you ask. peter didn't reply, he was busy looking for the correct worksheet. did he even hear you?

"you know. just to make things faster and easier." you continue. you've always done that since middle school, it was a method you first suggested to peter so the work was finished faster.

"what, sorry?" he looked up. hands still moving around his backpack, digging for the right worksheet.

"should i do the first five numbers? i can start right now i already have the material." you repeat.

"oh, uh, yeah. i'll do the other five, just give me a minute." he gives you a smile before finally finding the right worksheet.

he mutters something you couldn't make out and started doing his part of the work.

he was oddly quiet this time. he's usually very energetic and talkative to you. but that was months ago, and the other time was in middle school. so you chose to ignore it and continue your work.

"why are you so quiet around me?" or. don't. ignore it. the words just slipped out of your mouth. you do tend to speak before thinking twice, whoops.

"huh?" peter looked up from his paper.

"i dunno. you just seem very, awkward."

"i'm not awkward."

"i mean you're so talkative during class and stuff." you shrugged.

"well. i guess you just make me speechless." peter shrugged, mimicking you, before looking back at his paper and continuing his work.

".. wow." your mouth was wide open. peter was clicking his pen, nervously.

"i'm speechless." you blinked. peter looked up from his paper quickly and replied, "yeah, no. i am so sorry."

"well, at least you had a sense of remorse." you smile, looking down, trying to hide the fact that your blushing.

"just for you." peter winks.

he immediately regrets it. "i'll. stop."

"no keep going." you smile.

"okay. i like you." peter replied, face blank.

you pause. "that's not what i meant by keep going."

"well. what did you want me to say?"

"it was more fun when you just sat there." you say, jokingly.

"well i was silently suffering and debating on whether i should confess to you right now or not. do you like to see me suffer?" peter replies.

"i'm saying you were just as cute when you were sitting silently, looking like a squirrel."

"you think i'm cute?"

"no." your face felt hot, you were 100% blushing.

"but that's what you implied. no?"

"well so what if i think you're cute?"

"nothing. it doesn't affect me." peter awkwardly sniffs.

he was silent for a bit.

you started smiling, "you blush with your nose, peter."

"what! no i don't!" he rubs his nose. you laughed, "rubbing your nose isn't helping, it just makes your nose more red."

"this is so embarrassing for you."

"stop it."

you smile. peter was still blushing. "for the record, i like you too."

peter paused, his hand still on his nose.

"speechless huh?"

"yeah." he smiles.