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The reader wearing Peter's clothes 🥺

a/n: here’s a little headcanon about this cuz yeah :,) also a bunch of you have been asking so i figured i’d let y’all know that yes requests are open! i’m working on a couple already but feel free to send in whatever else you’ve got <3

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peter is thee biggest sucker for you wearing his clothes

you never have to ask to borrow because he always offers

hoodies, t-shirts, sweats, flannels

he’s more than happy to share it all

peter has a super cute nerdy-chic style that you love to steal

what can you say! your boy’s got taste

your absolute fave is his sweaters

they keep you nice n toasty and they’re so soft

peter especially loves when you wear his clothes out in public

it’s his way to let the world know he’s yours

if you’re spending the night at his place, he’ll have pj’s laid out for you

if he spends the night at yours, he’ll give you his shirt to sleep in

or leaves it behind for you the next morning :,(

he lets you keep something if you really like it

which more often than not is the case

aunt may notices peter’s loads of laundry becoming smaller every laundry day

she has a hunch as to where the clothes disappear to

peter will lend you clothes for when he goes away on missions too

he spritzes them with his cologne first

it makes them smell like him </3

anytime you can’t find an outfit, you just raid peter’s closet

it’s like having your own personal stylist

what’s his is yours!

except for the spidey suits

those are off limits… not even peter knows their full capabilities

the only thing peter loves more than you wearing his clothes is you taking them off

but

that’s a different story for a different time

i love clingy peter :’)

green light | p.p.

pairing : peter parker x gn!reader

summary : when peter sees you after a long time. him being the clingy baby he is, can't stop kissing you and he gets distracted while waiting at a red light.

word count : 970

warnings : everything fluff, mentions of hospital, minor injuries, too much of kissing and too much of laughing, peter's lips (there's no way that's not a warning), clingy!peter, gn!reader.

note : i know it's short but cdfvtgybhnj, makes me giggly. anyway, first fic on this blog yay! enjoy, lovelies <3

"hey, i missed you so much," you said as you spotted peter right outside the arrival gate. you left your grip on your suitcase and rushed to wrap two tight arms around peter's torso.

"i know, i missed you too, lovey," you could almost see the sad smile on his face as he hugged back, warm lips finding home on the side of your neck. you stayed in his embrace, taking in the scent of his clothes before peter asked, "is your mum better?"

"yeah, much. she got discharged this morning," you smiled softly at him as he took the chance to load your luggage in the trunk. when he moved to the side, you spotted a new cut to his cheekbone and frowned. stepping closer, you asked "hey, how's patrol going, you're not beating up yourself too much, right?"

you raised your hand to reach out but peter caught onto your wrist, gently moving his fingers to the back of your hand, obliging you to cup his cheek. "i'm okay, baby, don't worry," he assured you and placed small kisses on the back of your hand before you hugged him once more. he starts pulling away only to stop inches away from your face.

"if you're—hm," your next words are muffled by peter's thin lips moving swiftly against yours. his arms went around your waist by habit, pulling you closer to him, while you slowly lift yours up to cling your fingers to his flannel. you kissed back, strongly fighting the urge to smile but failing and so does peter.

the corners of his mouth turn up, still trying to kiss you but he only ends up with your lips against his.

"let's go, come on. then you can kiss me and," you start talking but once again are interrupted by a small peck on your lips. you giggled, "and shut me up like that."

"will do," he teased with a sly smile and opened the door to the passenger seat, urging you to get in. you did and peter followed soon after. peter put on his seatbelt as you mimicked his actions and settled in.

his fingers turned the key over as the engine turned on. he pressed his foot onto the accelerator, releasing the handbrake and drove ahead. as soon as peter did that, his hand left to rest it on your knee, small circles made by his thumb making your body relax.

"how're ned and mj?" although you talked to your friends on the phone while you were away, multiple times, you couldn't help but check up on them once more.

"good, good. ned told me about how he scored a date with a girl from his lit class last night," he smirked proudly, and you nodded along with a smile. "mj's been... she's been scoring multiple dates."

you laughed at that, half expecting it. peter couldn't help but laugh along with you, giving your thigh a short pat. the pair of you rode in silence for a while when you were almost a mile away from the airport, and you faced a red light.

peter's foot pressed the break and the car stopped short. you tilted your head and squinted above at the timer, seventy-eight seconds.

"we should—" you were going to get annoyed, but peter knew you liked it. his thin lips were back on yours when he'd taken off his hand off your thigh and up to turn your face towards him.

"you need," you gasped suddenly, trying to catch your breath but peter's mouth found yours again. "to," you tried again and he chuckled making you grin back, still trying to kiss him. "stop doing—mph," an incoherent sound emitted from your throat when you felt peter's tongue moving against yours.

this time, even though you could not get enough, you held his jaw firmly and pulled away to look at him, "you need to stop doing that," you breathed out. his eyes were still closed and lips swollen.

and as though peter could sense your annoyance, he leaned forward awkwardly, his seatbelt restricting him to do so, and pushed his lips to yours again. slowly but surely, you kissed back and he mumbled out a small "why".

and you couldn't find the answer because truth be told, you had missed him and his lips just as much he did and you now you were trying nothing but fighting the urge to kiss him again and again.

"i think you like it very much," you could feel the smirk on your mouth as he said this making you want to roll your eyes.

"shut—" once again your voice was interrupted, not from peter's lips but the cars' horns that made you and peter jump in your seats. the tip of peter's ears turned deep red and started cursing when he saw the green light above.

he quickly started up the car once more and drove ahead

you pursed your lips and suppressed a laugh, ignoring the way your neck and cheeks turned warm. still, a small titter left your lips and peter turned to look at you, his face expressionless.

you turned to face the window and leaned your elbow on it, your palm hiding your face so peter couldn't see you.

"stop laughing," he exclaimed making you laugh louder and remove your hand so you could see peter.

"you look like a fucking beetroot!" you tried to stop laughing but peter turned even redder at that. even though peter was trying not to, you could see the hint of smile playing on his lips.

"you need to shut up or i'll kiss the shit out of you when we get home," he threatened playfully, and a toothy grin made its way on his face.

"oh really? well, i'm looking forward to it."

no but rlly where's my new year's kiss from peter??? >:(

your new years kiss with mcu peter parker

word count: 0.3k

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

author's note: i knooooooow. it's been a hot minute since i've posted something new. i've been sick and in a slump and not in the greatest mood to write. but my inspiration is definitely there. but hey! new year. i hope i can get more work out for you all this year. anyway, hope you enjoy this short headcanon, happy new years!

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the two of you would be standing around with the rest of your friends and family

sparkling non-alcoholic drinks in hand and racing hearts beneath your clothes

you both had this underlying feeling for the past couple of weeks that either of you was finally going to make a move

now that it was new year’s eve, notoriously known for loved ones to share a kiss, the anticipation was killing you and peter

“crazy, huh,” you decide to speak up and gaze over at him

him in his simple geeky graphic tee that seemed a bit tighter than usual and his straight jeans

such a basic outfit of his yet it never failed to make you swoon

the excessive new year’s eve accessories around his neck and on his head brought a smile to your face

when he looks back to find you smiling at him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered

he exhales briefly and nods, “yep. definitely. couple of minutes left, right?”

the two of you make eye contact after checking the time and laugh at your synchronization

“yeah, ready?” you respond and hold up your glass

“actually, uhm. may i?” he asks and holds out his hand toward your glass

there’s about a minute left on the clock

“oh? sure, i guess,” you hand it to him, genuinely confused as to why he wanted your glass

until he answered your curiosity as he placed yours and his drink down

“c-can i kiss you? when the ball drops?” he manages to get the bold request out of his system as he motions to the tv

your eyes widen at his question and sudden change of demeanor

you feel your blood rush to your cheeks almost instantly and your stomach twist with excitement

you nod slowly, subconsciously taking a step toward him. “yes…”

“yes? as in yes, i can kiss you in literally thirty seconds?” he blurts out and places his hands on your waist

you let out a soft laugh that sounds like music to his ears and nod once again. “yes, stupid,” you murmur and wrap your arms around his neck

three

two

he gazes into your eyes before the ball drops and pulls you in close all while gently pressing his lips against yours

one

you smile into the kiss and deepen it, already more than happy with how your year started

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He found you, and still finds you, absolutely beautiful, breath-taking, and wonderful.

ofc he does😌

“What- what? No no no, it’s okay. It’s okay. Are you okay?” he asks a slight rasp to his voice for just waking up.

i can hear him saying this n it’s beautiful :’)

He starts to think about how he’s going to teach that fucking brother of yours a lesson. He doesn’t even want or need to know what he did because the fact that you’re in this state tells him enough.

i love this line sm n i love protective peter <33

“C'mon, please?” he asks in a softer voice. How could you say no?

i rlly couldn’t even if i tried😭

“That’s what friends are for—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

this is so funny plsss

the beauty next door (peter parker x reader)

summary: your next-door neighbor is, to your surprise, always there for you when you need him

word count: 1.4k

warnings: angst, fluff, hint of language. this is a repost! (with a bunch of editing) but this fic will officially be considered a longer fic and no longer a drabble.

a/n: am i using an andrew garfield gif? fuck yea i am. but tbh w any of my peter fics you can imagine whichever peter you want to imagine. obviously most fics are more mcu, but from now on most of my peter fics are going to be flexible meannningg you could imagine it's tom, andrew or even play station peter :)

also hey mutuals i tagged in this, please lmk if you're okay or not okay w being tagged! it's been a while and i'm not sure who reads my stuff anymore haha

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Peter wakes up at sudden repetitive knocking at his front door. He grumbles and glances at the clock. Three in the morning.

He just went to sleep a couple of hours ago. He places his hands on his face and then sits up as the knocking continues. He flicks on the light and groans out loud with frustration.

“What the fuck,” he complains and throws his sheets off of him, getting up to walk towards the door. He peeks through the peephole and to his surprise, he sees you standing there. You're trembling and looking around frantically with tears all over your face. “Y/n?” he opens the door immediately.

Peter moved into his apartment not too long ago and met you. When he first met you, he offered to help with your boxes and take them up to your place where he later found out was across his. He found you, and still finds you, absolutely beautiful, breath-taking, and wonderful. He's more than happy to have you as his neighbor. Although, he was a bit surprised to find out you have a roommate, who happened to fortunately and unfortunately be your asshole of a brother. Though, you didn’t seem to mention him much so peter never asked.

Even though you and Peter didn’t get to see each other much because you both have your own busy schedules, you both couldn’t deny the pull you feel towards each other. Anytime you each had a chance to talk, whether it be meeting each other in the hallway, by the mailbox, or trash, you both took the time to get to know each other and catch up. Neither of you ever asked each other out, simply because you both have been planning to but haven't gotten around to it, yet.

You look up quickly and look at him with eyes full of emotions that he could recognize easily. Fear. Pain. He can feel your heart racing and opens his mouth to say something until you cut him off. Your lips quiver as you barely manage to murmur out, “I’m so sorry.”

Usually, you would never do something like this, wake up your poor neighbor at such an unusual hour but you know him and trust him and at the moment you felt like he was the only person you could go to. You're starting to feel a bit guilty now when your eyes rake over his exhausted face.

“What- what? No no no, it’s okay. It's okay. Are you okay?” he asks a slight rasp to his voice for just waking up. He cringes at his stupid question because he can easily tell you’re not okay but it was a question he'd always ask out of habit.

The simple question causes everything you were holding back to crash down on you. You choke on a sob and shake your head aggressively, hesitantly holding out your arms for him to hold you. You just want him to hold you, that's all you want right now and luckily, he does.

Peter immediately complies and pulls you into his embrace. He senses another presence and glances back at your place to see your brother slamming the door before storming off. He sends a glare toward him and brings you inside of his place, closing the door.

He places a hand on your head gently and the other on your back, rubbing circles onto your sweater in an attempt to comfort you. You cry loudly into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around him, your hands are barely being able to meet as you try to hug him tighter. Your fingers grasp the materials of his shirt while your tears stain the clothing. Your knees gradually give up on you and you begin to slip through his arms.

He naturally adjusts and slides to the floor with you, holding you in between his legs. “Hey, I got you. Let it out,” he murmurs and massages your scalp, closing his eyes. He starts to think about how he’s going to teach that fucking brother of yours a lesson. He doesn't even want or need to know what he did because the fact that you’re in this state tells him enough.

You wail out as the memories flash through your mind. You weren’t sure why everything feels so painful. Everything mentally and physically hurts. All he did was yell, and yell, and yell. It terrified you every time. You thought at first you could handle it, but it seemed you’ve had enough, obviously. You couldn’t help but feel so weak after what had happened. So fragile. You thought to yourself, why couldn’t I be stronger?

Minutes fade into an hour. Your weeping falters into soft hiccups and coughs. Peter never stopped rubbing your back and soon he pulls away to glance at you. Embarrassed enough, you hide your face in his chest.

Christ, you’ve only known the guy for a month and here you are breaking down in his arms before you were even able to ask him out. as if you were ever going to though. 

“Let me look at you,” he murmurs and tucks a hair behind your ear. You really didn’t want to. You can already imagine how you look right now. Face red, nose runny, eyes puffy, sweaty skin, hair sticking everywhere. God. “C'mon, please?” he asks in a softer voice. How could you say no?

You groan quietly and begrudgingly lift your face up toward him. Now you can see his face. His stupid, perfect face. He begins to smile and you begin to frown. Why is he smiling? Did you look that bad? Before you could look away again, he carefully holds your face with his hand. “W-What?” you whisper, your voice hoarse and tired from the crying.

“You're absolutely beautiful, you know that?” he swipes a thumb underneath your eye, wiping away tears that you didn’t realize slipped out.

“No,” you reply honestly and sniffle. He chuckles quietly and continues to stare at you. You blush at his intense gaze and avoid eye contact. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he rolls his eyes and pushes your head into his chest once again. He ruffles your hair which causes you to whine, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“But—”

“No buts. It's okay. I’m your friend. I’m here for you,” he mutters and places his chin upon your head.

You curl up closer to him and nod, placing a hand on his chest as he wraps his arms around you once again. “Thank you. Seriously. I'm here for you too..." you sigh and think back to everything that happened. You feel he at least deserves an explanation, "He—"

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you,” you reply, a bit shocked. You smile as your face smushes up against his chest and close your eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me. That’s what friends are for.”

“Are you really friend-zoning me right now?” you ask, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Your snarky retort throws him off guard. “W-What? No- no, it’s just I-I didn’t want to—”

“I’m joking.”

“Right, right,” he exhales and chuckles.

“Is it okay if I sleep next to you... tonight?”

“Yea, of course. Couch? my bed?”

“I don't care, just want to be next to you. If that’s okay.”

“More than okay, let’s go,” he stands up and swoops you up in his arms easily. Almost too easily, but you’ll bring that up later. He decides for you and walks over to his bed. He places you down and you lie on your back on the other side of his bed. He turns off the light and finds his way next to you, also lying on his back. He pulls the blanket up to cover the two of you.

You both stare at the ceiling, a comfortable silence filling the room until you decide to break it. “Can we cuddle?” you whisper and turn your head towards him.

He turns his head towards you and smiles tiredly, nodding. He sits up a bit and holds out his arms. You shuffle closer and wrap your arms around him like before, placing your head on his chest. He lies back down and pulls you flush against him. You drape one of your legs over him and sigh with content. You hear his heartbeat pound slowly, the rhythm almost like a lullaby. His breathing and the way his chest moves up and down calm you even more. “Thank you," you whisper.

“That's what friends are for—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

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babysitting morgan w peter parker

summary: you and peter always wanted to babysit morgan

warnings: fluff, language

a/n: here’s a lil shitty headcanon cus i’m busy working on my neighborhood 🥺btw this is my gif!

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ever since peter introduced you to morgan, you absolutely love her

you first met her at peter’s 18th birthday party, where you also met the avengers

“pepper, morgan, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” peter introduced you to the both of them

“hello! it’s so nice to meet you both,” you wave, rubbing your arm out of habit

“i could say the same, glad i finally got to meet the girl who peter couldn’t keep quiet about,” pepper teased, causing you and peter to blush

“can she be my girlfriend too?” morgan looked up at the both of you with a bright smile

“but she’s-”

you interrupted peter, “of course cutie,” you ruffled her hair

she giggled and ran off to happy

“hey,” peter pouted, crossing his arms

you rolled your eyes playfully, “dork. anyways, mrs. stark, if you ever need a babysitter, i’d love to watch her,” you grinned

“babysitters,” peter chimed in, leaning on you

she chuckled, “i’ll consider it.”

so here you are with peter in front of the stark’s home, around 2pm

“i’m so excited,” peter chirps, bouncing on his heels

“i know, you brought every star wars movie to exist and a bunch of legos,” you giggle

soon pepper greets you both and lets you both inside

“so she’s a lot like her dad, very stubborn. luckily she’s not a picky eater though. try to get her in bed by at least 9pm. avoid giving her a juice pop, then she’ll never go to bed,” pepper hums

“got it,” you beam

“don’t worry, i have some tricks up my sleeves,” peter grins

“thank you so much for offering to babysit, i appreciate. happy does too, he needs the break. you know him.

“of course, mrs.stark,” you smile

“y/n please, pepper! anyways, i’ll be gone for only two nights, quick business. you two, please no sex,” she warns, glaring at us playfully

you instantly flush and shake your head furiously, “of course not.”

“i-i think i heard morgan call me,” peter stammers and walks off

“i’m just teasing. have fun you two, thank you!” she grabs her things and leaves

morgan’s reaction to seeing the both of you is hilarious

“hi there morgan!” peter squats down holding his arms out

“my girlfriend!” she squeals and runs over to you, hugging your legs

you laugh softly and lean down to hug her back

peter looks at you and morgan with his mouth wide open, “i- i am hurt.”

after peter introduced star wars to morgan, she didn’t want to stop watching

the three of you cuddled close on the couch, watching the empire strikes back

morgan’s in between the both of you, focusing on the movie

then a couple movies later you and morgan knocked out, with her head on your lap and your head on the side of the couch

“hey you two, i made some food if you’re hungry,” peter says in a hushed tone, poking the two of you

“food?” morgan yawns sitting up, rubbing her eye

you shift slightly and stir awake, “huh?”

after eating the semi-burnt eggos and fruit peter kindly prepared for snack, the three of you hang out in the backyard

“three, two, one! ready or not, here i come!” you call out, looking around for morgan

eventually you find morgan and pick up, spinning her around, “gotcha!” you say making her giggle

peter leans against the sliding doors, watching in adoration

you hold her close and tickle her sides, you feel his stare and look up, “what?”

“oh nothing,” he hums softly

later on the three of you make pizza together

“PETER!” you scold as he accidentally threw the dough onto the ceiling while trying to spin it

morgan giggles and peter cringes slightly, “sorry!”

“i’ll handle the dough, you two do the toppings,” you shake your head, “you better clean that later.”

“yes mom,” peter groans making you roll your eyes in a playful matter

surprisingly the pizza you all made wasn’t that bad

“alright princess, it’s getting late. you ready for a bath?” you walk over to her room while peter does the dishes

she places down her toys and nods

soon after you bathe her you put her to bed, which wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be

you walk over to peter who’s sitting on the couch, putting together some legos

“hi,” you sit next to him, kissing his cheek

“y’know, you’re going to be an amazing mom one day,” he puts down his legos and looks at you

your eyes soften, “and you’re going to be an amazing dad one day,” you whisper, leaning towards him

he smiles and holds your cheek, kissing you deeply. you pull him closer but feel him tense

“boo!” you hear a squeaky voice from behind the couch

you jump slightly but peter laughs quietly, already knowing she’s there

“morgan, sweetie,” you sigh 

“look what i found,” she stands up, her father’s helmet on her face

peter’s heart clenches at the sight, “your mom’s right when she says you’re a lot like your dad,” he murmurs

you smile sadly rubbing his arm gently, looking at him with empathy

she jumps onto the couch and hugs peter, “i know.”

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♛ BROKEN CLOCKS ♛

― masterlist on november 25th

❝ senior year is rocky for everyone, but thankfully for peter parker, there’s only one week left of it, and the future is only brightening up. between fighting crime as queen’s friendly neighbourhood spider-man, interning at stark industries, and spending time with his girlfriend, it doesn’t look like he’s going to have much time to worry about attending nyu in the fall. but everything changes with a snap of thanos’ fingers. three years later, gone are slow dances at prom with you in his arms, gone are bonding moments with the only father figure he’s got left, and gone is the peter you remember. your worlds change again, breaking with them clocks, hearts, and futures that were set in stone. ❞

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ugh i want peter to call me pretty😩

special delivery (peter parker x reader)

summary: peter orders a pizza and you deliver the pizza, yet somehow the two of you manage to strike a deal out of it

word count: 1.3k

warnings: language, fluff, kinda platonic meet cute

a/n: if you couldn't tell already i'm starting to mix my peters. lol anyway yea i can see peter doing this lmao 😭

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You yawn and glance at your last order for the night. It seems to be only a couple of minutes away but it's the special request the catches your eyes. 'Bring the pizza to the rooftop and slide the box to the left side of the door you exit. Pls and thank you. BTW the elevator is broken, I'm sorry so you could take a couple slices if you want.' Their card information also didn't go through correctly so they'd have to pay in person.

You stifle a laugh but shrug it off, it's not the weirdest request you've gotten. Though you're a bit worried about how many flights of stairs there's going to be. You'll survive, you think to yourself, you need some cardio for the day anyway.

Once you make it to the apartment and head to the stairs, you glance at the number of floors. 15.

You exhale loudly and audibly groan, stomping your foot. "They couldn't meet me at the door?" you grumble and enter the stairway, making your way up the many steps.

Less than half an hour later, you finally make it to the rooftop with sore legs and heavy breathing. Opening the door brings your relief when New York's icy air blasts against you. You let out a dramatic sigh and look around, then remembering you were told to slide the pizza to the left.

You crouch down and carefully do so, waiting to see what'll happen. Nothing happens and you assume they're waiting for you to leave so you open and close the rooftop door. You see an oddly familiar gloved hand reach to grab the pizza. Once you take a closer look, you realize it's Spider-Man's hand. Your eyes widen and you couldn't help but ask, "Spider-Man?"

You hear a faint, "Shit."

"You know, you didn't put in the correct card information so you still have to pay," you say slowly and tilt your head out in an attempt to see him leaning against the side of the building.

"I don't have cash," he calls out, a slight strain to your voice.

"It's okay," you mutter and stand back up, hesitantly stepping toward where you believe he is. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course," he laughs weakly and places the box in his lap, opening it up. He sighs with content and leans his head back, "Did you want a slice or something? I'll pay you back later, I promise."

"Don't worry about paying," you chuckle and rub your arm sheepishly. "Is it okay if I grab a slice or uh, see you?"

"Didn't I ask?" he retorts playfully. Your silence tells him you took him seriously. He chuckles quietly and places the box of pizza aside him. "You're okay to sit next to me, I have my mask on. Thanks for being considerate though."

You nod and walk over, expecting to see him standing. You don't see him and glance down, gasping when you see him slouching against the wall. Clear painful, deep cuts into his skin and wide tears his suit, you subconsciously kneel down next to him. "You are not okay! What the hell, I should call an emergency thing or I could bring you to the hospital. You- you were my last order anyway, oh my god. Shit, is there anything I can do?" you let your worry wash over you and reach out for him.

"Yeah," he yawns and lifts up his mask over his nose. You gulp at the sight of his busted lip and a dried bloody nose. Past his wounds are his light freckles and sharp jawline that you swear made your heart skip a beat. "Eat with me, I heard your stomach growl earlier," he mumbles and grabs a slice of pizza to take a bite.

You sit back and glance at the famed hero shocked and embarrassed, hesitantly grabbing a slice of pizza as well. "Are you sure—?"

"I don't do police or hospitals. The whole identity thing and I'll be okay, faster healing abilities, you know," he tells you with his mouth full. He swallows and smiles apologetically when he notices your look of slight disgust.

"Right..." you trail off and have a bite. "But you decided to get pizza instead of, I don't know. Something to help you?"

"This is helping, I was very hungry. So, thank you," he shrugs and gets a second slice. You blink, realizing you didn't even see him finish his first slice.

"Oh, okay, you're welcome," you nod slowly. You're appalled, what does one do in this situation anyway? It's not like you know him personally so you definitely couldn't tell him what to do as much as you'd like to help.

"Well, there is one way you can help me out," he thinks out loud as if he's been reading your thoughts.

You feel a shiver run down your spine for some reason and look back up at him. "Yes?"

"I mean, it'd be pretty cool if you could become my designated pizza deliverer or something. Would you be okay with meeting me on this roof regularly? Don't worry about the elevator, it's going to be fixed soon and I won't forget my card information again. It's just you know, kinda out of it," he laughs softly and goes for his fourth slice.

You smile slightly at the sound of his comforting voice, you didn't think someone could sound so. Pretty?

"It's cold, how are you blushing?" he speaks up. "Unless, am I making you blush? It's okay, it's a normal thing," he taunts.

Your jaw drops slightly, you didn't expect this kind of talk from him. Then again he is probably just some regular guy underneath the mask, but given his status, you've unintentionally already had this persona in your mind for him.

"Yeah, you are," you decide to admit. He goes quiet, not expecting your response to be that. "I think you're pretty."

His chewing slows down and he peers over at you with even more interest than he had before. "How? You've only seen my nose and lips."

"Your voice is pretty too so, you must be a pretty person," you shrug sheepishly and wipe the grease from your fingers onto your work pants.

"Thanks. You're pretty too. Pretty cute, with the whole pizza girl outfit too."

You now feel your blood rush to your cheeks from his compliment. How could he think so though? You question, knowing, or feeling you look awkward with your goofy work uniform and messy hair.

"Thank you," you bite your lip and peek at your phone for the time. "Oh shit, I think I have to go now. Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

He smiles slightly and nods, pushing the box aside when he finished up the rest of the pizza. "Yep. Hey, will you still be working at this place tomorrow?"

You let out an obnoxious laugh and clear your throat when he tilts his head. "Oh uh, yeah. Just found it funny because I won't be leaving this job anytime soon. I need it you know, rent and stuff."

"Yeah, I get it. So, you could be my designated pizza deliverer, right? Please? That would be so cool. What's your name, by the way?"

"I mean I guess I can, sure. Yeah, why not," you stand up and rock on your heels. "And uhm, Y/n."

"Sweet. I'll request your service specifically and sign off my special notes with Arachnid. Deal?"

You nod and turn your heel to leave until something hits you, "Deal. Wait, why is this a deal?"

"Because, I get special service and a date with a pretty girl, and pizza every time I order, of course. And well for you, I don't know. This mainly benefits me, I'm a dick, sorry," he chuckles and pulls down his mask.

"O-Oh? No, it's okay, this uh, this definitely benefits me," you stammer and shake your head, slowly walking ahead. "I hope you heal well and get some rest. I'll see you later then, Spider-Man," you wave at him timidly and head through the door with a hammering heartbeat and a giddy feeling bubbling in your stomach.

He smiles to himself and sighs contently, "See you."

thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

tagging some mutuals :) @peterbenjiparker @subspider @t-lostinworlds @ptersmj @selfcareparker @lovers-liability @dhtomholland @vendettaparker @asonofpeter @parkerpeter24 @parkers-gal @celestialholland @veryholland @spideyspeaches @bi-lmg07 @ms-misery @yelenasdog @petersgroupie @petershbw @blissfulparker @greenorangevioletgrass @sourholland @devotion

this is so cute omg??? this made me smile so hard🥺

morgan the matchmaker (peter parker x reader)

warnings: fluff, little mentions of being drunk and high, persons mentioned are older, peter and reader are 21+, morgan is about around 8 here and is still figuring out how to text lolkndfj

a/n: haven't done a smau in a while and i felt like this was a cute idea

peter parker masterlist

thanks for reading and let me know what you think :)

tagging some mutuals! @ptersmj @peterbenjiparker @selfcarecap @devotion @subspider @eloquenceflores @evermoreholland @earthlyholland @parkerpeter24 @parkers-gal @celestialholland @greenorangevioletgrass @glowunderthemoon @ms-misery @t-lostinworlds @dhtomholland @reawritesthings @blissfulparker @bi-lmg07 @heavenlyholland

cuteee🥺

Hi, could you maybe do something where Peter finds out that the reader thinks she's ugly and he just doesn't believe her because he has such a huge crush on her? I love your work

thank you! This is a bit of a mess and so random? Whskshsjshsns

Okay say it with me. “I am hot.” Thank you for coming to my ted talk- okay but also, “My looks are the least interesting thing about me.” Okay now you can go on mwah

But pls you do not need any man to think you’re hot for you to actually be hot. buuuuut i guess Peter can give you a little nudge in the right direction <3 because I know you're hot and you deserve to see it too

warnings: idk well insecure!reader (but she doesn’t wanna admit that she cares about how she looks) lmao?, the reader calling herself ug*y and believing it :(

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You and Peter are watching some old trashy comedy. It’s a cold Friday afternoon and you didn’t know what else to do.

Currently, in typical 2000s fashion, the conventionally un-attractive character is being made fun of.

“Oh he’s like me,” with a smile, you point at the guy on screen, pausing it for a second.

“In what way?” Peter asks, confusion painted across his face.

“Ugly,” you simply say.

Peter laughs and you press play again.

He looks over at you and realises you’re not laughing. He pauses the film, “Wait. Was that a joke?”

“You’ve seen my face, right?”

“I have. And it’s not ugly at all.”

You roll your eyes, “You don’t have to say that, I wasn’t fishing for compliments, I was just... joking.”

“So saying you’re ugly was a joke? Right?”

“No but.. just forget it,” you sigh at Peter misinterpreting your words. You were simply acknowledging a similarity with a character, not trying to make him think you were looking for compliments.

You press the space key to start the film again but Peter presses it again to stop it.

“No you... you think you’re ugly?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “But it’s fine. Don’t worry. I’m not defined by my looks. I’m smart, I’m funny, I’m kind, that’s all way more important.”

“Yeah it is, of course it is. But do you think I talked to you first day of college because I thought you were going to be smart and funny and kind?”

“I don’t know, I do think I look approachable,” you frown. You were under the impression you looked nice and friendly.

“Yes, you’re approachable because you’re beautiful. Well, intimidatingly beautiful, but I’ve always been an optimistic guy.”

“I don’t really know where this is going.”

“I just can’t believe you think you’re ug— I don’t even want to say that.”

“I promise I wasn’t fishing for—“

“I know you weren’t. Look, I don’t want to make things awkward between us two but I can’t stand that you think you’re anything other than extremely attractive.

“I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I saw you. And yes, you’re kind and intelligent and funny and that has all made me even more attracted to you but I came up to you and talked to you because I thought you were hot. And I still think you’re hot, you become hotter every time you say something, except for that one word right now, or every time look at me.”

You let his words sink in and look away, “Oh,” you can’t help but smile a little, “Well... thanks.”

“You don’t believe me,” Peter states, sitting up now.

“I do it’s just... surprising. That someone I like would also likes me back even though I’m so ug—”

“Don’t say that about yourself. If you say negative things about yourself you’ll start believing it. Even if it starts as a joke, your subconscious can’t tell the difference. Please, at least stop calling yourself that.

“I mean I know you don’t need me telling you that you’re beautiful, we all have our insecurities and I don’t want to tell you what to feel but... I can’t believe you’re questioning my taste in women.”

“What do you mean?” you pull your eyebrows together, still trying to believe that he actually likes you.

“I like the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re calling her this negative word. It’s insulting,” he says it with a look that lets you know he’s not really thinking about how this is making him feel. He cares about how you feel.

You try to hide your growing smile but you can’t, “Sorry to burst your bubble but she’s not as hot as you seem to think—“

He interrupts you by (gently) grabbing your face, his fingers on your jaw, thumb by your chin and he angles your face so you’re looking him straight in the eyes. “Please. Don’t talk about her like that. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

You’re silent for a moment, not knowing what to say so you decide to keep up your act, “Aw. Does that hurt your feelings?”

“Yes, actually. I know looks aren’t everything. And if you don’t care about how you look that’s okay. But we can’t have you walking around thinking you’re unattractive.”

You still don’t agree with him, but you can’t think straight when he’s so close, his hand still on your face. You catch him looking at your lips and you realise your own eyes wandering down to look at his.

You lean up and give him a short kiss.

“I guess I...” you pull away, “I’m cute,” you make a face right after, “No, that still doesn’t sound right.”

He licks his lips and you see he’s still processing that you just kissed him and suddenly you can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

“Sorry,” you say.

“For what?” He smiles.

“Kissing you.”

“I just told you I like you. You just fulfilled a wish I’ve had for months. I don’t know why you’re apologising.”

“Okay. I like you too by the way.” You said it earlier but you think he was too busy calling you hot to properly realise.

He grins and this time you let yourself smile too, but you suddenly feel shy and can’t look at him anymore.

“Should we uh...” your finger is already resting on your keyboard, about to press play.

“Yeah just.. I don’t want to overstep or anything. I know some people don’t care about how they look and it’s okay if you don’t agree with me about being the hottest woman I know, and don’t get me wrong you’re so much more than just hot.

“And I’d still like you even if you weren’t as attractive because you have an amazing personality and that’s what matters. It’s okay if you’re neutral about the way you look, but actively saying those negative things about you can’t be good for your self esteem. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I just don’t want you to suffer.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let a man tell me what to do anyway,” you grin, rolling your eyes, “I know you have good intentions.”

“Yeah,” he says, thinking while silence settles between you for a bit.

“I don’t have to bring it up anymore because I don’t want you to think that that’s all I care about. You might not agree but I think you’re beautiful. I’m not saying it matters greatly but it’s simply a fact to me that I like how you look.”

“God, if you keep saying that I look good I might start believing it.”

The crinkles return to his eyes as he smiles again, “I might let it slip once or twice a day then. Or an hour. You’re hot. Oops, sorry.”

You giggle, lightly slapping his arm “Stop.”

“I bet you’ve never seen how pretty you look when you smile like that. And I bet you’d agree with me if you could see.”

Your eyes find his, “C’mere.” You take his chin between your fingers and kiss him again, letting your lips linger on his for a bit while your heart beats wildly in your chest. “Thank you,” you say, noticing how you feel better after Peter’s motivating words.

“I think you’re quite cute too by the way,” you tell him.

“Too?” He teases, “So you’re starting to see what I’m talking about huh?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, slapping his chest this time. You happen to look into the mirror across your room and see your own smile. “Maybe I am”, you whisper.

Peter holds your hand as you finally watch the film and you can’t help but replay Peter’s words in your head every time you smile. You’re already starting to feel a little bit better about yourself.

if i had a dollar for every time they paused or continued the film—

(gotta do some positive affirmations now so my brain knows it was just fiction and I don’t actually believe anything the reader says about herself hskshskjs)

Sticky Affair [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary/request: could you write something where pete comforts the reader after her bf cheated on her 🥺 (if you’re comfortable with that!) and the she realises there might be more than just friendship with peter? 👀

warnings: cheating, mentions of sex, let me know if i missed something?? wyekshshsg, they don’t (yet) get together in the end but there might be some feelings yk, this is literally just him comforting her, lol i definitely focussed on the first part of the request

word count: 2.4k

thank you so much @ Sparkles for the [amazing + spider-man themed :) ] title <3

A Week Ago

You’re still around the corner from Ned’s room, listening to the conversation while you take off your shoes and your coat.

“I’m glad she’s alone today. Max is so disgusting and mean and manipulative and she doesn’t even see it,” Ned rants. You don’t think he’s aware that you can hear him loud and clear.

“We don’t know what goes on behind closed doors,” Peter says, “she knows what she’s doing.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t talking shit about him the other day,” Ned scoffs.

“Honestly I think it’s all just pheromones. He’s an athlete, he sweats a lot,” MJ says and you can hear the humor in her voice as she goes on to complain about straight relationships.

“Hey. Who’re you guys talking about?” You ask as you finally join them.

“Oh um um,” Ned starts, looking at Peter with wide eyes.

“Just my cousin’s new boyfriend,” MJ shrugs.

Peter smiles at you but there’s guilt in his eyes. You know they were talking about you and Max.

At least Peter was trying to defend you. You huff as you sit down. And they still wonder why you don’t hang out with them that much anymore - it’s not the first time you’ve caught them talking about your relationship behind your back.

But they’re still your friends after all, and after a few more minutes you know why you love them so much. And while they should learn to mind their own business sometimes, you wouldn’t want to lose any of them.

Today

You accept the humiliation with slumped shoulders and hot tears in your eyes as you send the message to the group chat, asking who’s home and if you can come over.

Peter answers within ten seconds, telling you you can come to his place.

Your eyes now red, mascara smudged and in need of a tissue and maybe some nose spray, you show up at Peter’s door.

Peter has been your best friend for years, and you’ve seen him at his lowest as well, but you still feel embarrassed when the tears just won’t stop flowing. Concern written all over his face, he lets you in immediately.

“He… he…” you try to explain but you can’t talk with the massive lump in your throat. Peter has his arms wrapped around you in seconds, and with your face pressed against your shoulder you finally let out the sobs.

“He cheated on me,” you whisper after a few minutes when your breathing has calmed down.

Peter feels his chest tighten. He wants to cry. How could anyone do that to you? You’re the last person on earth who deserves to be cheated on.

May comes in while you’re still standing in the hallway and before you even realise she’s there, Peter softly tells her, “Not now, May.”

You lift your head at the mention of her name, and say “Hi.”

“Oh sweetheart, what happened?”

All you can do is shake your head and bury your face back into Peter’s soft hoodie.

“You want to go to my room?” Peter asks, and with your hand in his you go there, but you smile at May, knowing she’s there for you too if you need her.

You sit down on Peter’s bed where he joins you. “Sorry,” you rub your eyes and try to clear your vision from all the tears, “I don’t want to ruin your night.”

“You’re not ruining my night. I’m here for you,” he breathes, hand on your back.

He passes you a tissue and lets you sniffle and cry until you’re calm again.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You nod, but as you take a deep breath to start your sentence a sob is caught in your throat. You look at Peter, at your best friend, but even he can’t help you as tears pool in your eyes again. He wraps his arms around you nevertheless and holds your hand; he feels bad that it’s all he can give you at the moment but you truly don’t know what you’d do without him.

After a few more minutes of crying and clinging on to Peter for dear life, you hear a sniffle that isn’t yours.

You turn your head to see a tear travelling down Peter’s face which he quickly wipes away when he notices you looking, “Sorry it’s just- I hate seeing you like this. I hate that he did this to you.”

For the first time in hours, you smile, remembering how much Peter loves you. You squeeze his hand that had gotten sweaty from holding yours so long and let go of him.

“Um…” you clear your throat to test if you have your voice back yet.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to talk yet,” he says, “Do you want some water?”

You nod and he hands you a water bottle from next to his bed. You drink nearly all of it and you already feel a tiny bit better. “Let me clean this mess on my face,” you say and go to the bathroom to wash your face.

The fresh water feels good against your skin, and God knows your body needs all the hydration it can get after bawling your eyes out for so long.

When you’ve washed away the remnants of your makeup, your eyes are still red and puffy, but you feel a little fresher. You go back to Peter’s room where he’s got more water and tissues ready as well as some cozy pyjamas you always used to leave here for sleepovers. You haven’t had one of those in months and there’s a foreign but pleasant feeling in your tummy when you think of spending all day and night with Peter, sleeping in the same bed, all cuddled up…. you’re probably just all over the place from your break up though. Peter is your friend. Nothing more.

Peter doesn’t force you to tell him anything, but you figure the sooner you get it out and talk about it, the better.

With surprising ease, you just let it all out while Peter intently listens.

“So I was going to go to visit Max today at four, but I was already in his area to go shopping half an hour earlier and it wouldn’t have made sense to go back home only to come back a few minutes later. Then I went to his and I would’ve just waited outside but the front door was open and I went up to his apartment.

“Just as I reached his floor, I saw this woman. They were saying goodbye to each other and he’d told me that he had family over a few days ago so I thought…” you laugh at yourself, “God I was so stupid. I thought maybe she was his cousin, someone from his family for sure. But his eyes went wide when he saw me and this woman immediately asked who I was. So I said I was his girlfriend. And I asked who she was. She said she was his girlfriend.”

“God. That’s fucking horrible,” Peter says, and it’s like you can already see him plotting to kill your boy-- ex-boyfriend.

“Then he tried to explain himself but there wasn’t anything he could have said to save himself or make the situation any better. So me and his other girlfriend- ex girlfriend now- we both left and then I came here.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” He brushes a hand through his hair in frustration and blows out some air. Peter doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s angry, his cheeks red, and he has every right to be. You’d be livid if someone hurt your best friend like that.

But he’s trying to contain himself in front of you, to keep his composure because you were already upset enough for the both of you for the last hour and you’ve just calmed down, so he doesn’t want your anger to resurge because of him.

“The worst thing is,” you continue, “He didn’t even just kiss someone else or sleep with someone else. He had a whole second relationship. Maybe there are even more, who knows. Maybe she was first, and I was the second relationship…”

Peter’s scared he won’t be able to stop once he starts talking, so he remains silent, merely shaking his head at your words.

Then you remember something. “I’m so stupid... I lost it to him. I was so sure I could trust him and that he was the right guy to have my first time with.” You look down and play with your fingers in your lap.

You didn’t want Peter to find out like this.

You never told him about having sex with Max but it never felt like there was a right moment. Talking about Max to Peter about any aspect of your relationship was weird and you avoided talking about him most times you hung out with your best friend. It never made sense to you, but it felt like you were supposed to hide Max from Peter. It felt like you were cheating on Peter by having a boyfriend, when he has never been more than your best friend.

But you’re glad that Peter reacts the way he does.

“Virginity is a social construct,” he says, immediately getting what you’re talking about, “You didn’t lose anything to him. His dick’s not important enough to change who you are.”

You smile. You taught him that. “I know. I’m just... sad.”

“That’s okay,” his hand is on your back again, and now that you’re in his arms with clear thoughts, you realise how much you missed it.

“I’m sorry if I neglected our friendship because of him. I never realised I was doing that but now that I’m here... it feels like I haven’t been here in ages. Haven’t been with you in ages.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad at you because of it. You’re in love and I get that it was new and exciting.”

You’re glad that Peter isn’t saying I told you so. While he never directly said it, you could tell that he was suspicious of Max from the start. But even if he was right, there’s nothing you can change about the situation anymore.

“Was in love,” you correct him, “I’m still hurting but my attraction to that guy ended as soon as I found out how much he abused my trust. I mean cheating on someone - that’s one of the worst things you can do to a person you love. I don’t even think you can love someone if you think it’s okay to cheat on them. God,” you feel anger bubbling up inside you and there’s a fresh batch of tears stinging in your eyes. You try to rub them away. He doesn’t deserve your tears. He doesn’t even fucking deserve you thinking about him.

“We’re going through the stages of grief pretty quick here, huh?” Peter smiles, placing a hand on your knee and you’re breathless for a few seconds.

You manage to smile at him while your heart skips a beat.

“Uh.. um I don’t know, I’m just... I don’t know. I can’t believe it. And then I sacrificed time with my best friend to spend time with that prick instead. Please forgive me, Peter,” you look at him with pleading eyes but you see nothing but kindness on his face.

“There’s nothing to forgive. I promise it’s okay. But I’m still happy that you’re acknowledging it. Don’t get me wrong I love Ned and MJ, but you were definitely missing.” Last week was one of the few times you’ve been with your group of friends lately. You spent most of the time during your relationship being with Max, only rarely seeing your friends.

“Maybe you should get a girlfriend so I know how it feels,” you say, even though you don’t know why.

“Nah.. not interested in a girlfriend at the moment,” he shrugs.

Even though you’re heartbroken, you forget about your actual sorrows for a second now that you know Peter’s not dating anyone and you feel a sudden warmth in your belly.. and on your cheeks...

“Oh… boyfriend then?” You tease him, pretending like it wouldn’t hurt if the answer was yes.

He shakes his head. “I’m just happy that you’re back. Not that you were gone- you weren’t as bad as Ned when he got together with Betty.”

You chuckle as you remember going a whole three months without seeing Ned when he got together with his girlfriend.

A pleasant silence settles between you, and you’re simply happy to be in Peter’s presence again.

“I love you,” you tell him after a few minutes and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “I love you too,” he says, his mouth pressed against your shoulder.

As you part, you kiss his cheek. And again, the anger inside you is overpowered by butterflies for a few seconds. It’s only brief, and a moment later you think about that asshole again, and the fire swallows those butterflies whole. But they were there, you can’t deny it. And you’re not even surprised.

You lean your head against Peter’s shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to relax at least a little. Peter lowers himself, and you with him, onto his bed.

He turns so you’re face to face, and you snuggle up to his soft hoodie and his warm chest, feeling the relaxation you need finally settling in.

“Thanks for being here for me.”

“Always,” he promises and hesitantly kisses your cheek too.

You fall asleep with the image of Peter’s blushing face on your mind and the promise of love.

You have a long way to go before you can even begin to heal from what your ex did to you. But you have your best friend who will love and support you throughout all of it.

And as you fall asleep next to him, you feel more comfortable and more protected than you ever did with your ex. You don’t want to rush into anything, Peter will always be there for you to love him. But now that you’re with him like this again, you realise it’s what you wanted— no, what you needed all along.

You never saw Peter as just a friend, but you were scared to even admit your feelings to yourself, let alone to him, in case you ruined this great friendship.

But now you’re not afraid anymore.

You’ll need some time to heal first, but when that’s done, you know you will finally have the courage to love Peter and to let him love you.

Drunk [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Drunk you isn’t as good at hiding your crush as sober you.

warning: alcohol, cringe that comes from drinking (although this is very much a glorified version of being drunk) which is why you shouldn‘t do it, not smut but alluding to it (no smut while drunk, but sexual references and touching), bit of angst I guess, the words "penis parker" make an appearance...

This is a fictional reader drinking for you so you don’t have to do it in rl :)))

word count: 3k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

It’s the sixth time that Peter’s interrupted his swinging tonight, only to see you’ve texted him another song that they’re playing at the party.

The party that he couldn’t go to.

He was supposed to be your plus-one to some celebration in the neighbourhood. Peter’d said yes originally, but in the past few days it’s like the crime rates have been going up exponentially. Going to a party when he should be saving the people of New York? Nope.

You’d been all pouty when Peter gave a rather lame excuse once again, but you weren’t mad at him.

Together with Ned and Betty, you’d still gone to the party and right now it feels like you’re deliberately trying to make Peter jealous.

You keep texting him, they’re playing this song, they’re playing that song, until Peter gets notifications so often that he thinks you must be texting him every single song they’re playing.

He would rather be singing all those songs with you together than anything else, but he couldn’t just leave the streets to the criminals with a clear conscience.

So when another message pops up, (they’re playing his favourite song. great.) he quickly types an answer.

I get that I’m missing out, you didn’t have to text me every single song

He quickly adds a laughing emoji, but the previous message still sounds as passive-aggressive as Peter felt when he typed it out.

You don’t reply immediately and Peter mutes his phone.

The silence is deafening. He pictures how you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, happy that Peter finally replied, only to see a message like that.

He concentrates on being Spider-Man fully, but as soon as he’s sure that he’s done for the night, he texts you to notify him when you’re home safe.

You don’t get the message and he assumes your battery must have run out.

He also sees the reply you sent him after his message earlier;

Sorry

When he’s the one who should apologise to you. For that, and also to make sure you’re home, Peter goes to your place, knocking on the window after he’s changed into his normal clothes.

You’re all glammed up, looking like you just came home. Absolutely gorgeous.

Your face lights up when you spot Peter, you open the window for him, letting out a loud, “Peter!” You shout, are you drunk?

He tries to calm you down, “Shh, your parents will kill me if they find out I’m here now.”

“They’re gone for the night, you can chill.”

“So you’re just here, drunk on your own?” he asks.

“I’m not drunk,” you declare, giggling, then giggling even more at your own laugh. Cute. You don’t seem too far gone, luckily. He’ll still gladly take care of you.

As you stretch down to your shoes, not reaching them from your sitting position on your bed, Peter sits down on the floor to help you get them off; not taking into consideration that you’re wearing a short skirt…

He tries to concentrate on opening your shoes and sliding them off, and he gets the first one without looking up.

But before he gets to the second one, you lie down on your back, your legs moving forward slightly and Peter can’t resist a quick glance.

He swallows when he sees the lace panties smiling back at him from between your thighs.

Wait is that the print of your p-

Someone up there is trying to torture Peter for sure, what did he do to them?

You sit up abruptly and Peter fears he’s been caught, but you talk about the exchange of texts earlier.

“Oh Peter! I‘m sorry that I annoyed you earlier, I didn‘t mean to,” you pout, regret in your eyes.

“What?” Maybe with the state you’re in, Peter can brush his earlier mood off.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have been texting you every two minutes and disturbing you while you were helping May out,” your eyes start watering, unreasonably, and you might be drunker than Peter originally realised, “It’s just that they were playing all your and our favourite songs and it reminded me of you. I missed you so terribly and I wanted you to know that.”

Oh damn, that’s cute. Peter thought you’d been mad at him for not coming. But it’s the opposite.

These Instagram pages always say stuff like, get you someone who texts you even when they’re surrounded by other people, not just when they’re alone and bored. You did exactly that, and Peter still snapped at you.

You give him teary puppy eyes, your arms going around his shoulders, “Do you forgive me, Pete?”

“Of course I do,” he rubs your back, “Do you forgive me?”

You pull back, a soft smile on your face,  “Always.”

He hugs you again, feeling your tears drop down on his shoulder.

“I was just missing you and not realising that you were just doing the same.”

“Yeah, I missed you,” you say once again, in your drunken stupor.

You wipe your tears away and squeeze Peter’s cheeks, placing a sloppy kiss right on his lips with an exaggerated mwah sound.

Peter freezes. That might’ve been the best moment of his life, but you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re doing.

Before he can comprehend what you’re doing now, you pull off your top clumsily, now only in your bra.

“Mh- oh god.” Peter doesn’t know what to do so he sits down on the floor, turning his back to you.

“Peterr, I need your help!”

“You can change on your own,” he says as calmly as possible.

He hears a huff from you and a clicking sound a few seconds later and you fling your bra through the room. Peter tries not to look at where it lands.

“Can you give me clothes?”

“Yeah, where from?”

“The dresser, dummy,” you giggle.

“Uh what do you need?”

“A t-shirt and more comfortable underwear.”

He hears you undo the zip of your skirt and he can guess what’s next. He ignores that the thin piece of lace lands right next to him.

Without paying much attention to your collection of lingerie, he just takes out the first cotton panties he sees. “Do you want shorts?”

“No, they’re uncomfortable. I’d usually sleep without a shirt too but since you’re too scared to see me naked, I’ll put on a shirt.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” Peter says, trying not to go crazy with you being naked in the same room as him and all.

“I know, hey can I have my clothes now? My nipples are cold.”

Along with an oversized shirt, he scoots back on the floor, his back still to you, until he bumps against your legs.

He reaches out to pass you the clothes behind his back when he feels something soft, “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to touch your boob!”

“That was my leg,” you take his hand. Peter doesn’t realise what you’re doing until he clearly feels a nipple, “This is my boob.”

He stays lost in the new feeling for a split second, before pulling his hand back.

“See, you’re scared.”

“I’m not.” He’s not scared of seeing you naked or touching your boob. Okay, he’d be nervous. But you’re not sober and he’s scared that you wouldn’t want to do any of this if you were. He'd obviously want it.

Your knees knock against his back and he guesses you’re pulling your panties back up, Peter’s mind more focussed now that your most vulnerable part is covered again.

He feels your foot nudge the back of his jeans, “The last song they played before I went was Apple Bottom Jeans and that for sure made me think of your ass. If Captain America didn’t have that title already, I’m sure people would be calling your cake America’s Ass,” you giggle quietly and Peter blushes.

“My head is too big for this shirt,” you say after a few moments.

“I’m sorry but I can’t help you if you’re still half-naked.”

“I’ll cover up my boobs,” your voice is muffled by the shirt over your head.

Peter turns around reluctantly, your hands covering your nipples, and the sleeve-hole of the shirt laying atop of your head.

He helps you manoeuvre your shirt onto your body and he’s glad it’s long enough to at least cover your ass.

You lie down on your back, legs dangling off the bed while Peter goes to your bathroom, rummaging to find products to take your make up off with.

When he comes to your room, he thinks you’re asleep as he carefully sinks down on the bed next to you, make-up wipe ready in his hand.

You suddenly jump, “Launching attack!”, flipping Peter onto his back and straddling him, a playful smile gracing your features that’s wiped off your face when Peter says, “Could you get off me, please?” He’s just an innocent guy, why do you have to be a horny drunk?

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, are you mad at me again?”

“That’s not it, I’m just not sure if you’d be doing the same things if you were sober, so you can’t be sitting on my lap and stuff.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want to do anything sexual with you, the opposite, actually. But he can’t like this.

He wonders if you only drank something because you were third-wheeling with Betty and Ned, and wanted a distraction. He really should’ve gone with you.

“Do you want me to remove your makeup?”

You nod and angle your face towards him, closing your eyes, looking calm again.

After about twenty minutes of you complaining that he’s either too rough or too gentle with the wipe and moisturiser, your face is glowing and clear again.

“Do you want to get something to eat? I once read this trick online to get rid of a hangover, I don‘t know if it works because I‘ve never been drunk but we could try.”

At the mention of food you jump up, running to the kitchen already.

Peter feeds you hydrating food, different fruits and makes you drink half a litre of water.

“You‘re such a good caretaker, can you always take care of me?” you ask, an extremely charming smile on your lips.

“Of course, I‘ll always take care of you.”

“Pinky promise me!”

“Pinky promise.”

You kiss his cheek lovingly, “Love you, Petey.”

And no matter how drunk you are, that was genuine.

“Love you more.”

When Peter’s tucked you in and said goodnight, he disappears into the living room, lying down on the sofa.

You follow him and lie down right on top of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not sleeping alone,” you pout, “Please?”

“Okay, but I’ll sleep on your floor.”

“But I want to cuddle.”

Of course you get what you want and soon you’re spooning on your bed.

Even though you seem thoroughly tired now, you’re still not ready to go to bed.

Your ass keeps pushing back against Peter’s crotch and he’s scooted so far back that he’s pressed into the small gap between the wall and the mattress.

“Come here, Pete. I’m trying to thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that. Cuddling is enough.”

You turn around to face him, making room for him. “Okay, I’ll leave Penis Parker alone, then.” Peter turns red but you don’t notice, throwing your arm over his chest and pulling him close.

Within seconds, you’re out like a light and Peter’s thankful that you’ll be back to normal again soon.

-

You wake up, limbs tangled with Peter’s. You know better than to worry that you slept with him. But it takes a few more moments of fully awakening to remember what happened last night.

Oh God.

Peter stirs when you try to get up and you pretend to sleep again.

Whatever he says, deny deny deny.

You wait a few more minutes, but all he’s done is hog the blanket and gently started snoring, looking like an angel.

He was also an angel to you yesterday, so you don’t want him to see your presumably messy hair and hungover state.

Climbing out of bed and into the shower, you freshen up quickly. You make breakfast, lucky that you have the ingredients for Peter’s favourite recipe.

You want to thank him for putting up with you yesterday and taking care of you so well.

You remember going to that fun party with Ned and Betty. How the only thing it was missing was Peter. They had plenty of good music and good drinks that were so good that you didn’t even notice how much alcohol was in them. Your head is only now starting to hurt as you remember how much you actually had.

You remember how you texted Peter and he was annoyed, but he came to your place through the window - wait, your memory must be weird here - anyway, Peter came to apologise and look after you. You’d for sure been a handful, so a nice breakfast is the least you can do to thank him.

Not too stable on your feet with that hangover, you decide not to risk it all by bringing the food in on a tray. As you walk back to your room, you see Peter rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, looking tired, but he still asks you first.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m good actually, nothing major, thanks to you feeding me,” you smile, sitting down with him.

“Oh you remember?” he smiles back at you sleepily.

“I told you I wasn’t that drunk! I remember how you came here, helped me change, remove my make-up and fed me,” you summarise, hoping he won’t go in on the details.

“Yeah, that’s it really.”

“So to thank you for all that, there’s a really delicious breakfast waiting-” he jumps up, already in the kitchen before you can even stand up to follow him.

*

It’s been a few days since that all happened and Peter’s back at your place.

He’s been thinking about all the things you said, and did, when you were drunk. And everyone knows drunken words are sober thoughts.

But since it happened, nothing has happened between you two. You’re friends, like before. Even though Peter was aware that you were being influenced by alcohol, there had been a little hope blooming in him all night, that you’d continue to openly show your affection towards him, but that was not the case.

Now he needs clarity.

“Hey, so, I know you said you remembered everything that happened the other night, but.. there are some things that you did that you didn’t mention, and I wanted to ask you about that. So first you-”

“I remember everything. I know I gave a very sparse summary, but that was just so neither of us would be embarrassed. But you’re right, we should talk about it. So sorry for… corrupting you?”

He chuckles, “That was not the problem, it’s just I didn’t know much effect the alcohol had on you and if those were your real thoughts or not..”

“The feelings I showed towards you were real, but if I’d had the guts to confess that I like you earlier, I would’ve approached it differently. Guess drunk me didn’t really give a fuck.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Peter says and leans forward to press an unexpected kiss to your lips.

You’re too surprised to kiss him back and he stops, readjusting himself, coughing awkwardly, “Sorry did you not- I uh,”

“No, no I’m sorry. I know that you were really nice to me when I was drunk, but I thought you were just saying that stuff to not hurt my feelings. So.. you like me too?” You haven’t comprehended the situation fully yet, but a smile blooms across your face anyway.

“Yes. How could I not?”

You take it in fully now, feeling drunk again because... is this real?

Finally both understanding that yes, you fucking like each other, you inch closer to each other again, both grinning like crazy.

Straddling him, with both of your valid consent this time, you start kissing him like you’ve wanted to all your life.

He kisses you back eagerly, his hands wandering under your hoodie, but politely staying at your waist. That’s before he pulls away, hair messy from you grabbing at it and even after your ten-minute make-out session he seems nervous.

“Tell me if I’m like making you uncomfortable or something but I have a question. That night you were very,” he scratches the back of his head, “Sexual. Was that just cause you were drunk or...?”

“I don’t remember every single thing I said or did so if I did something embarrassing then it was just cause I was drunk. But otherwise... I’ve had a crush on you for ages so…”

“So?” he asks.

“I’ve thought about having sex... or generally doing anything sexual with you a lot.”

“R-really?”

“It’s not just guys who think about it.” You shrug, going to kiss at his neck while he lets that information sink in. “What about you?” you wonder.

“Every day for about 4 years- I mean not every day. Not four years. But yeah definitely, I have.” He’s red as hell and can’t quite look you in the eyes.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about that... it’s hot, you’re hot.”

”You’re hotter,” he says, starting to kiss you again.

“What do you wanna do about it? Like, no pressure, never, but if you wanna do something sexual, I’m down.” Peter says, trying to sound more confident.

“Honestly, I really want to have sex with you right now but I think we should wait just a bit. I don’t wanna make that decision when I’m horny.”

“You’re horny right now?”

(He can be oblivious at times.)

“Yes, Peter.” You don’t have to ask him if he is, as you can feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh. You don’t mind it, as you know he’d never make you do anything you don’t want.

“Maybe for today we can just enjoy finally being with each other and go with the flow?” you suggest and he nods eagerly.

For that day you do nothing but kiss for hours, exploring each other with hands and mouths, comfortable the whole time because there’s no pressure. There never is with Peter.

You go to sleep that night, excited about your future together.