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.”

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

of course and to everyone who asks, you’re automatically added! have a happy christmas if you are celebrating <33

aren’t you kinda disappointed that andrew Garfield is dating like a model?

not really i guess? as long as he’s happy, everyone should be fine :))

this is EVERYTHING

how

johnny lawrence x reader

johnny finally does something about his feelings for you

idk why but every time i listen to this song i think of johnny so i wrote this with this song in mind...even though the song is about a break up...but this isn’t 😌✨

johnny’s eyes followed your figure as you made your way from his car and into your house, a smile creeping up on his face at the sight of you turning around and giving him a small wave, he did the same. he watched as you made your way inside, his eyes only pulling away at the sight of your door closing. he looked at the street ahead of him.

his body was telling him to drive; his hand was on the stick shift while the other one was on the wheel, but his mind was telling him otherwise. he couldn’t move. he didn’t want to. he looked down at the shift that his hand had a tight grip on. he thought of you. picturing it was your hand he had a tight hold on instead, imagining the way your soft skin would feel underneath his as he moved your hand with his to change gears. he thought about it every time he drove.

he thought about tonight. he thought about you. he thought about the feeling in his chest he would get whenever he would look at you while he was driving. the way the wind was blowing through your hair, the smile on your face as you laughed and sang along to whatever song was playing on the radio, he felt his heart start to race at the thought of it; the same way it always did when he thought of you. the same way it did whenever he was with you.

johnny knew he liked you, he knew it from the very moment he saw you walk into his third period class. it was like a scene from a movie, you walked into the room, greeted the teacher, looked around the room for a place to sit, your eyes met with his and he felt like his heart stopped. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. it was intimidating.

it was no secret that johnny was popular among the girls at school. he knew girls liked him, it wasn’t like they didn’t make it obvious, always coming up to him and flirting with him. he liked the attention, as any guy would, so he reciprocated the comments he would receive, but he never reciprocated the feelings. he didn’t care for any of the girls that “cared” for him, the fact being, that he knew they didn’t care for him in the way he wanted, so he never went any further. however, because of his ego and the attention from the many girls at school, he was confident in himself and his ability to talk to girls; only to look at you for the first time and somehow lose all the confidence he thought he had.

his nervousness is what kept him from immediately going up to you and talking to you like he so desperately wanted to that first day. so he didn’t. and that’s how it was for the first month you entered his life. he watched you from afar, stealing quick glances at you throughout class, in the hallway, at lunch, in the courtyard before school began, feeling his breath get caught in his throat whenever you would make eye contact. it wasn’t until the teacher assigned a project, a project that involved a partner, where he was finally able to talk to you.

he watched as everyone got up and made their way towards each other. he also watched as you turned your head and looked around the classroom to see who you could work with, your eyes landing on him a couple of times before quickly turning away. it was like fate. it seemed as though this was the only class that both of you had that you didn’t have friends in, setting up the scene perfectly, you two being the only ones left. it was his chance to go up to you, but still, he couldn’t. it was you who eventually got up and asked to work with him, which he eagerly, and nervously, accepted.

ever since then you guys had been best friends. he immediately felt drawn to you. he thought you were sweet, and caring, and funny and extremely pretty, obviously. you had similar interests as him, which excited him. he also found that you were someone he could talk to. of course he could talk to his guys about anything, but you were different. you always listened to him when he needed you to, even though he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but you always helped him try, you made it easy. you were someone he could open up to, someone he could really be himself around, and god how he desperately longed for someone like that. you were able to see a different side to him than others did, a more soft and sensitive side, and he liked it. he liked you, and the more he got to know you, the more he fell for you.

johnny knew he liked you, but it wasn’t until this week where he finally realized that he was in love with you. it scared him. he cared about you so much that he always tried his best not to mess up what he had with you, you were the most important person in his life and the last thing he needed was to lose you because of him and his feelings. but they were becoming too much. all the sensations he would get when he was with you seemed to become more intense once he came to terms with how he really felt.

it was overwhelming. of course he thought about you every day and night, his heartbeat would always pick up at the sight or thought of you or the sound of your voice, he would always get this warm fuzzy feeling whenever you were around, whenever you would hang out, just like tonight; that was normal. but now it was different. he felt like he was drowning. his feelings for you were eating him alive and every time he saw you he desperately wanted to tell you about it, he wanted to kiss you and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted you to be his more than ever. he needed you. but he was too scared.

he was still staring at the street in front of him, his mind racing with thoughts, thoughts about you. his thoughts were always about you. he wanted to tell you. he thought about it all night. every time he looked at you he fought back the urge to tell you he loved you, and as he pulled his eyes away from the street and back to your house, he finally decided he didn’t want to fight it anymore. he got out of his car.

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the knock on your window scared the absolute shit out of you. it was only until you hesitantly turned around and saw the familiar face of your favorite blonde boy looking in through the window, that your heart rate began to slow down, only a little bit.

even through the somewhat foggy glass you could still see him smirking a bit at your reaction, you just rolled your eyes as your fingertips pressed against the window, pushing it up so he could come inside.

“you’re an asshole.”

he just smiled even wider, shrugging once he finally made his way into your room, speaking, just before turning around to close the window.

“i know.” the words causing butterflies to spread throughout your body. you didn’t mind though. it was a usual occurrence.

he turned around to face you. there wasn’t much light in the room, the only light coming from the white christmas lights you had strung up along the wall. but even then there was just enough for him to see you, the sight of you causing his heart to race once again. you were so beautiful.

you were confused though. not that you didn’t want him to be here, you wanted anything but that, you just didn’t know why he was. you thought he already left, so why he was sneaking into your room not even twenty minutes later bewildered you.

“why are you here?” you asked.

johnny felt his heart sink a bit at the words. he knew you didn’t mean it in the way his brain made him think you did, but he was so scared about what he came here for that he immediately thought the worst. he knew this was a bad idea. he turned towards the window.

“i’m sorry, do you want me to go-“ he began but was cut off by the sound of your voice.

“no, no, oh my god no, that’s not what i meant...please stay.”

the last words you said and the feeling of your hand gripping onto his wrist at the same time made that burning feeling inside of him grow even more.

his eyes traveled down to your hands and then back up to you.

“i need to talk to you.”

you nodded, leading him over to your bed to sit down, like you normally did when you had your late night talks like this; your hand never letting go of his wrist.

when he sat down you noticed his demeanor changed. he was quiet.

“what did you want to talk about?”

his eyes traveled from where they were focused on the blanket that was covering your bed and up to your eyes. he felt nervous again, the sudden confidence he gained seemed to disappear once he looked at you, the same way it did when he first saw you.

he wanted to just say it, but it’s like something was holding his words back. he just looked at you instead.

“johnny.” your voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it. “what’s wrong?”

he sighed, looking back down.

he felt chills at the feeling of your hands grabbing onto his, that same melting like sensation taking over his heart again.

his mind began to race at the feeling of your hands holding his, he loved the feeling. he thought about how it would feel to do this every day with you, what it would be like to hold your hand in public, at school, places where people would see and understand that you were his. he wanted you to be his. he wanted to be yours. he wanted you. he wanted to kiss you. he looked back up at you one more time. he wasn’t nervous anymore.

“you know i’m not the best at talking about my feelings.” he began, laughing a bit.

you smiled at his words, nodding in agreement.

“but,” he began again, “i’m gonna try my best with this because i don’t want to mess this up.”

he gave you a small smile that made you melt a bit inside. he was so cute.

you felt the feeling of confusion wash over you again at his words though, once you realized what he said. usually when you guys had your talks like this it was him talking about how stressed he was with every thing going on in his life, his shitty step father and the things he would say to him and even kreese sometimes; but this was different. what did he mean by not messing up?

you watched as his eyes looked away from yours and then back again. he began to speak.

“you’re my best friend...” you smiled again at his words, squeezing his hand a little bit, which he noticed.

“...and i care about you...a lot. but i’ve realized that, i care about you in ways that...aren’t really...in the way friends normally do.”

it felt as if your heart stopped at the sound of his words. was this actually happening? you’ve waited for this moment ever since you became friends with him but now that it might actually be happening you couldn’t believe it. he didn’t say anything that confirmed where you thought he was going with this, but what he said so far was hinting at it. it all was starting to make sense, why he came here so randomly after dropping you off not that long ago, why he seemed so nervous. you felt your face heat up at the excited yet nerve wracking feeling you got from his words, you also felt his hands starting to become a little sweaty, or maybe it was your hands; you didn’t know, nor care, you just wanted to hear him keep going.

johnny felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest. he watched the way your eyes widened a bit at his words, and even in the dim lighting he could still see the new red tint appearing across your face. he found it calming. maybe you did actually feel the same way. there was only one way to find out. he didn’t care whether or not his words made sense or if they sounded good anymore, he just needed to tell you the truth. and as he looked at you, and how beautiful you were and as he took in the feeling of your hands in his, he suddenly found all the words he needed to say. he kept going.

“i think about you all the time, every day and night. everything i do reminds me of you, and it’s been like that ever since i first saw you. and...i would try so hard to ignore it, but the more and more i got to know you...it’s like...i don’t know why i would ever not want to think about you. you’re so amazing and sweet and funny and you’re so smart, literally smarter than i could ever be, and you’re just such a good person, really. i know how i can be sometimes and i honestly don’t even know how you put up with me, but you do, and i’m so grateful for it, for you. you make me feel like...a better person, you make me want to be a better person...a better person for you...if that makes sense-“

he let out a small nervous laugh before looking back down at your hands, which were now interlocked with each other, and back up to you. you just stared at him, taking in every word he said, feeling overwhelmed at his words and the intense burning feeling in your chest and your cheeks. you wanted to say something, but you couldn’t. you wanted him to keep talking. you knew what he was getting at and what he meant, it was the same way you’ve been feeling for him for months, ever since you first met, but you wanted to hear him say it. you felt his thumb slowly graze over your hand, you felt butterflies once again. you wanted to kiss him, even more than you normally did, but you couldn’t. you needed to hear what he had to say. he started again. his blue eyes staring into yours.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone before. and to be honest, it scares me...and i never get scared.”

you laughed a bit at the comment, causing him to smile.

“but seriously, i was so scared of it because i don’t want to mess up what we have. you’re the most important person in my life and i’d do anything for you, i mean it. and i would rather just keep my feelings to myself than lose you forever. but i can’t do that anymore.”

he stopped.

“i like you.” he began, your name falling from his lips after he said the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long.

your heart was beating so fast you got scared you might go into cardiac arrest. you felt your breath get caught in your throat as he moved a bit closer.

“i like you so much... ever since i first saw you. but-“

your eyebrows furrowed for a second.

but?

he began again.

“the main reason i’ve been so scared is because i’ve realized that... the way i feel for you...is more than that.”

he stopped again, feeling his anxiety come back.

just say it.

he felt your hands hold onto his a little tighter, the feeling calming him a bit but still accelerating his heart beat. he looked away again, trying to find the courage to say what he’s been dying to say for so long. and as his eyes finally made their way back onto you, he found it.

“i’m in love with you.”

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. the words echoed in your head, repeating itself too many times to count.

he felt like a weight had been lifted off of him. he stared at you, that same burning feeling growing even more at the sight of you smiling a bit. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he was waiting for something.

you just looked at him, your heart racing as fast as ever. a euphoric feeling washed over you. your eyes flickered down towards his lips and back to his eyes. you spoke.

“i’m in love with you too.”

there it was.

before either of you could even think about it, you felt his lips collide with yours; a feeling you’ve been desperately waiting for for a long time. it was perfect. he kissed you with so much urgency and love, love for you that he’s been keeping inside of him for so long, and now he could finally let out. you kissed him back with the same amount of emotion, smiling into the kiss at the feeling of his large hand removing itself from yours and making its way up to the side of your face, as his other one found itself on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

he felt chills run throughout his body at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your hand beginning to run through his soft blonde hair. he’s thought about this moment for a long time, he’s thought about it every day, but the feeling of you kissing him in real life, right now, was even better than he’s ever imagined.

he slowly pulled away, just before quickly kissing you once more. he looked at you, his heart swelling at the sight; the sight of you. you smiled again as you felt his hand slowly move your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

he smiled.

“you’re so pretty.”

you smiled even wider.

“so are you.” you said.

he laughed a bit, shrugging.

“yeah, i know.”

you just laughed, playfully hitting his chest, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of him taking it from where it was placed and interlocking his fingers with yours.

you just looked at each other. he felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness, a feeling he’s never really quite experienced before, he loved it. he loved you. and you loved him back, and that was all he needed. you were all he needed. and as he looked at you once more, his favorite person in the world, the person that he was finally able to call his, he finally felt complete.

he kissed you again.

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

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summary: one bed, two friends. do i have to explain?

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x reader

or could be tom!peter parker x reader :))

(up for interpretation)

warnings: fluff, little bit spicy ;)), friends to lovers, you and peter being cuties omg, lots of swearing, one bed wink wink? adorable-ness, kissing, PETERS A HUGGER OKAY

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃. Of course Aunt May noticed. The woman raised Peter for the majority of his life, she knew the kid like the back of her hand. Peter was never one to tell secrets to people, he was more of a reserved person; so when one day he ran home at the age of 9 screaming he was in love with the girl who spared him a rubber in Science, the woman was shocked.

That day, he had rambled for an ongoing 26 minutes before May had asked for the name in question. Peter let it slip without thinking of the continuous teasing May would give her nephew for years to come, he was so lost in the art that was you that none of that mattered, not one bit.

Four days after he first fell in love with you, he sucked up his fears and spoke to you once again. He sat behind you in Maths, his head forever buried in the desk to block out your refreshing scent in worry he would only fall more in love; if that was possible at this point.

He remembered that day so well, the day he wished he could redo. He had tapped your shoulder cautiously after ten minutes of procrastinating a simple act for attention. When your head turned to face him, all rehearsed lines Peter wanted to say to you had flown straight out of his head. His throat dried in an instant, eyes doe and cheeks burning with passion. He barely recollected that you had asked if he was okay, Peter’s heart thudded and nodded his head rapidly, feeling his hair bounce with the move.

He swallowed all that was worried and opened his mouth to politely ask: “Would you like to go for ice cream after school?” After many stutters interrupted his question. He remembers your smile so well, your dimples prominent as your cheeks grew rosy pink. You had nodded and agreed with zero hesitations.

Peter had run home, crashing into Aunt May as Peter sprinted through the house. May questioned his rush in concern, Peter responding with her name in mantra hoping she’d understand as he couldn’t not waste any time that wasn’t dedicated to you. After the day out, Peter went for the kiss. Only to be hugged.

Hugged! What the fuck! An embrace? An act of a friendly gesture! (That’s what WikiHow had told Peter anyway.) There was no chance Peter could have you now. So for the next 5 years of his life, you and Peter had been the definition of best friends; much to his dismay.

That’s where we end up now, present day: Peter sat in a booth with Gwen, the two of them peeking over the high rise chairs as the two glared at you laughing at something your douchebag date had said.

What a dickhead. Look at him, his perfect white teeth, that stupid red and white jersey hung over his shoulders, his perfectly curled hair all girls fawned over. Peter could do that, of course he could do that. So why didn’t you pick him? This guy; he’s a phony, an idiot, a stupid fucking- Wait are you wearing Peter’s sweater?

“Is she wearing your sweater?” Gwen had nudged him in time with his thoughts. Peter’s eyes stayed trained on you; how beautiful you were. You took his breath away even years later, you had that much of an effect on him. Every time you looked in his eyes, he wanted you in more ways than one; He wanted you to be in his arms, to feel all that was pleasurable because of him and no one else. And you in his sweater, God- He wanted you more than ever. That childhood crush grew into a more mature, desperate affectionate of lust for what was all of you.

“Peter?” Gwen’s voice snapped him from his mind running on passion. His chest heaving with small pants leaving his plump lips, “Yeah, she is.” A wide smile spread onto Gwen’s face, “So, she’s wearing your sweater on a date with another man?” She paused and looked at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide with joy. “And you’re still tell me she doesn’t feel the same?”

Peter rolled his eyes and slumped back into the seat, “No, Gwen, you say that and then I’m gonna get my hopes up!” His hands dragged down against his tired face, his words elongating into groans and sighs of helplessness. The blonde slid into her seat beside her best friend, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and he wailed on about the love of his life.

Her hand patted his back in mocking sympathy. “I say that and I’m true.” Her brows raised along with herself, she leaned her body over the chairs again to see how you were doing; only to find you long gone, date too, nowhere to be seen.

Her arms flapped around, hitting Peter rapidly as panic grew unsettlingly on her features. Peter’s head perked up at the limp hand whacking his cheekbone, a moan of pain and annoyance slipping from his mouth. “What? What?” His eyes settled on Gwen’s anxiety ridden face, reciprocating her actions and looking ahead to where her face concerns.

The two empty chairs sent a wave of sickness down Peter’s throat to land abruptly in his stomach. The usual questions ran through the overflowing mind of Peter Parker. Had she left with him? That guy couldn’t do shit to what Peter’s got. Had she fallen for his charms? Fall for my fucking charms, Y/N. Was he-

“Peter, Peter! The phone, the phone!” Gwen’s hands hurriedly searched through Peter’s backpack as she heard the all too well ‘Spiderman Theme Song’ play rather loudly and distorted on his smashed phone. His hands snatched the phone from Gwen’s hands, her face now beet red from the embarrassment of not herself, but her friend.

Peter didn’t have time to process who was calling as his mind was set on shutting off the theme song as many guests were already staring at the two panicking in the small booth. “Hello? Hello?” His voice cracked in humiliation from the sounds of uptight guests quietly chuckling away sipping their expensive ass wine, cutlery dug deeply into the meat they payed an entire Peter Parker wallet full for.

“Hey, Pete.” Your soft voice rung so angelically through his head. The sound of your sigh at the end sent Peter’s mind into a frenzy, a rapid shake of the head and squeezed shut eyes did the job of knocking it right out the other side. Gwen looked at Peter quizzically, wondering who was at the phone. All suspicions were confirmed when Peter did a love heart at his chest and a silent expression of puppy dog eyes before rushing to your response.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?” He snapped back into ‘best friend’ mode for you. Mind reeling from the status of The love of your life’s best friend!“Yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m okay.” You’re voice sounded uncertain, pitch waving as he recognised you did when you lie.

A sigh through your nose rung through the speaker of his phone. “That was a lie,” A breathy laugh fell from your shivering lips. “I’m not doing great, that date was a total bust. Mind swinging up?” Peter heart leaped in your want for him. You needed him, (more or less wanted him, but this is Peter’s mind remember again.) not that stupid jock. Him.

Gwen punched Peter’s shoulder to respond as her ear was pressed against the other side of the phone. “Yeah! Of course I’ll pick you up! Be right there!” Your brows furrowed, “But I didn’t say where I-“ Peter had unintentionally cut you off as he knew you were waiting outside, he was too lost in calls that were asking for him that he didn’t even process your words.

He was perched on top of the building, waiting a couple minutes as Gwen said to make the meeting look more natural than he was stalking you. He watched as you tapped your foot on the wet pavement, arms slithered around yourself as rain toppled down onto your beautiful physique, straightening your once curled hair. Your dress was soaked into your thighs, the temperature treating your thin black tights not so well.

After a long, suffering 30 seconds; Peter gave in and leaped down to your level, taking you by surprise and stumbling backwards before Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his chest. Your hands gripped into his shoulders, feeling the Spiderman suit fabric under your fingertips, slowly circling the bumps on the suit.

“That was quick,” You gasped as he not-so-subtly tugged your body closer to his, feeling his hips connect to yours as he mumbled some nonsense about that it was his ‘Peter tingle’. “Favour: I need to stay at yours tonight, Dad’s out and I’m not gunna lie, a little scared of staying on my own” The smile that made Peter swoon etched across your smooth skin, eyes dripping with love and hints for what he was oblivious to.

Peter’s hands smoothed across the small of your back, “That’s fine, Y/N. It’ll be a blast from the past.” You could practically see the expression he was holding behind the mask: eyes soft and lip between his teeth, cheeks red and eyebrows upturned.

The two of you swung back to the house you loved oh-so dearly, the place you found the most comfort at outside your own. Aunt May waddled out on hearing an arrival, a smirk hidden behind the fork full of food as she watched Peter walk on in with his hands glued to your waist.

“Hey lovers!” She spoke with a high pitched greet, watching with amusement as you and Peter spilt away from each other; Peter hitting into the painting and nearly knocking it off the wall. She giggled and put her fork down, “Sorry about that! You two look close, Y/N did you know that when Peter was 10, he planned out the whole wedding between you two-“

“May! Please!” Peter’s eyes widened, a thick layer of blush cover the two of you as May laughed on the spot. “Anyway,” He continued awkwardly. “Y/N’s staying here tonight so I’m gunna get the spare bed from the attic.” Peter said before making his way to the steps, only to be stopped by May’s arms and a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Beds no longer there, looks like your gonna have to share! See ya!” Was all that left her mouth before the ping of the microwave took top priority.

You and Peter stood there for a moment, unsure of how to actively say the their crush that they were willing to sleep together. Well, not together together! Just a mutual friend sleeping with friend, a normal hug session, it’s normal! Friends cuddle too, right?

And that’s where you two ended up, both led under the cover in Peter’s bed, on your backs and staring up to the ceiling with a good space between the two of you. It was so awkward. Peter had accidentally brushed against your hand an hour ago and was still a fumbling mess, eyes wide and body hot.

You struggled to get comfy. In actuality, all you wanted was Peter’s muscled arms wrapped around your waist; not wrapped around himself and his shaking body. You had opened your mouth to talk many times, yet nothing left your lips until now. “Hey, friends can share a bed and not be awkward.”

“Right.” Peter turned his head in your direction. “See we aren’t boning right now, we can handle it.” He shrugged along with you as the two of you mocked all your emotions.

“Right! Movies really can be deceiving!” You sounded almost offended.

“It’s so cliché! Like so what if I’m sharing the bed with the woman I love, that doesn’t mean we’re gunna start making out!”

“What?”

Out of the many time Peter had screwed up, this is the top of the list.

“You love me?” You voiced waved.

“No.” Peter panicked.

“So you don’t like me?”

“No.”

Peter’s eyes widened and freaked as he just said- it was all a big fucking mess.

“Okay, okay.” Peter turned his body to face you, hair spread against his pillow and lips chapped from bitting them nervously. Your eyes were blown and filled with what could only be described as hopeful, hopeful for what he let slip out.

Peter’s hand shakily moved a piece of your hair behind your ear and admired your beauty, afraid it would be his last.

“Y/N I love you. So much.”

“Every time I see you, I swear my heart stops. During these years with you nothing more than a best friend, felt like torture. I watched you fall for others which only made my heart yearn for you more, for your love. For your patience, for everything that was ever good about you, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. You’re so much to me, so much to Spiderman. I can’t believe I let you be my friend for this long when we know we’re much more than that, more than what the world allowed us.”

You felt yourself slipping into the depth of his words. Body catching on the passion poured into his words, hands caressing the love he held out for you to touch so delicately in his watch.

“Peter,” Your nose bumped against his. “I love you more than anything.” Was all he allowed to leave your lips before his caught your own. His hands soothed your cheeks as his lips moulded with your own. A kiss that could only be described as perfect, poetic almost; the love that smothered the passion was more than either could ask for, an act of love displayed for beautifully a director would be jealous. Peter poured his heart and soul into the palm of your hands, leaving you with all of him to snap his heart in two or mend it more than one could wish; picking the latter left both breathless, desperation on their fingertips as the two grew closer in more ways than one.

The term ‘Friends’ was no longer relevant in the presence of you and Peter, love was all that crossed that path.

And to say, after last night: Peter forever thanked May for binning that spare bed.

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