An You Do A Fic With Andrews Spider-Man X Shy Reader Please

An you do a fic with Andrew’s Spider-Man x shy reader please

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: peter parker makes you feel a different way, it’s hard to ignore the way your heart races when he looks at you. and its obvious, peter knows this.

this fic does NOT contain ‘no way home’ spoilers, feel free to read ahead :)

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

(sorry it’s short!)

warnings: shirtless peter djdndjs, fluff, extremely flustered reader, slight injury description and that’s all :)

requested by @lizzieann143

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 led on the science homework you had left until last minute, pens and pencils scattered on the wooden desk filled with nonsense you had kept since you were a young age.

Your eyelids were falling shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as sleep attempted to overtake you. Lifting your head into your hands, you sniffled and rubbed your eyes profusely to snap out of your doze. A cup of water was sat on the right side of your desk, the liquid reaching the very top of the glass.

Your throat felt dry from the lack of attention you had given it as your mind was delved into the equations of period tables, the work you would normally have had help from your dear friend Peter Parker. Fixing the problem, you lifted the glass to take a sip of the cooling water.

‘Friend’ you would call him. But that didn’t stop the way your heart sped up whenever you were around him. You would often find yourself staring at him, multiple seats away from his in your shared English class would be your prime time to take in Peter’s beauty.

God, he was beautiful. You had a soft spot for the boy, rarely did you ever allow yourself to catch feelings for a guy. But with Peter, it was different. You couldn’t quite place what made him different for you, maybe it was the way he actually devoted his time to you and understood your lack of communication with anyone outside your childhood friends.

A soft tapping at your window made you jump slightly, your body jolting forwards and your teeth hitting the glass held up to your lips. You groaned for a moment before snapping your head towards the sound, seeing Peter with his head pushed back against the fire escape and mouth agape in relief or pain.

His body was clad in the Spiderman suit, obvious tears down the chest and blood seeping through the cuts. His head of hair was messed up, static pieces from the mask pointing up in different directions and chunks stuck his sweaty forehead.

Your body automatically lifted itself to the window, pushing it up in a hurry as Peter’s body fell in from him leaning his weight against the glass. He fell into you, hands finding home on your forearms and head hung low as he limped in.

Your shaking hands struggled to move the cushions to a comfier position as Peter collapsed on the furniture after a long awaited time. His back arched and head hung from its rest on the arm of the chair, body heat more obvious than ever ask Peter was blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you.

The first aid kit you had been keeping in your room since you first scraped you knee had come in handy, the box placed on your lap and opened with contents spilling out. The wounds Peter sported were deeply placed on the centre of his chest, suit pooled to his hips and lack of shirt.

Peter knew you were nervous, he saw your fumbling hands as you delicately placed the soaked cotton on his chest, drips of antibacterial gliding down his naked torso. Your face was bright red, eyes screaming for a way to not embarrass one’s self and hands disobeying.

“Hey,” Peter’s hands rested on yours, warmth flowing from your fingertips to your heart. “It‘s okay.” He whispered, eyes locked to yours. His palm travelled from your own to trace your jawline, head leaning towards burying it in your neck.

When his skin touched your own, your heart sped up like crazy. His cold nose came in contact with your burning neck, rubbing it against it as he felt you squirm slightly under his touch. His lips begged to feel you, your actions speaking louder than the words you hesitated to say.

Peter moved his head to rest against your own, breaths mingling and blushes reciprocated. Eyes bored into one and other, the opposite sides of the spectrum: in love and afraid to love.

His cold hands rested on your burning cheeks, he watched you fall reluctantly under his love, under the blanket he provided full of all that was possible for the two of you.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

thanks for the request, loved it🥺

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NEW GIRL REWATCH ♢ 1.15

question for “𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋”: what would you like to see in part two? (let me know and i will probably put it in there and give credits at the end, i just want you guys to like it lmao)

hi!!! i was wondering if i could be added to your tag list please? xx

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