#Apparently they’re barely noticeable but she noticed them… 😔

[iero]

My hairdresser straight up confirmed I officially have grays in my hair this morning… Fuck.

[loverspidey]

not this being the seventh chapter 😔😔😔 i miss him already

Technically, there wasn't a list but if you showed up to the front door with a half-assed outfit, you weren't going to be let in.

as we should tho. it's all or nothing.

"And didn't give you two enough time to fix up?" Your best friend continued. "I saw the lip gloss on his lips, y'know. The exact shade you're wearing right now, hmm."

HWIZNWOZK THEY DID NOT WASTE ANY TIME

"Thank you, H," You said, nothing but adoration in your voice. "Not just for coming today, but for everything."

DON'T THANK HIM FOR DOING THE BARE MINIMUM MISS GIRL- fuck you harry osborn istg.

Until he made you quit. Because apparently you didn't have time for him anymore even if he was the one running around playing with dangerous science in his Father's laboratory.

don't even get me started on this rat 😠😠😠 WATCH YOUR BACK OSBORNE

You often find yourself daydreaming about how strong Peter is.

GIRL ME TOOOO

You broke out into song, "But don't call me kid, don't call me baby."

the way i never even noticed this .... is this from illicit affairs?

"We're broke teenagers, Pete." Peter's frown did a whole 360 at the sound of the nickname.

fr tho- feeling very anthony mackie as cinderella rn .... she broke homie she represent me 😭😭😭

You told Peter to stop the practice after he called you good girl. You weren't sure if your breathing evened out after that.

PARKER PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT

Every Halloween, Jason showed up as a famous person or character with the same name as him. Last year he was Voorhees, the previous one before that was Bourne.

no bc i'm still not over this idea it's super clever

Sober, it would take you too much time to gather the courage to do what you were about to. You leaned in even closer and took Peter’s bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear his breath hitch and your interlaced hands behind his neck separated a little so that they could trace the nape of his neck and up his hair.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Cindy elbowed MJ’s side a few times as she chuckled and swayed, “Let’s leave them be. They’re about to make some lost boys.”

these bitches 😭😭😭😭😭

“Too many cool kids,” He snickered.

HE'S MAKING REFERENCES TO MISS BLONDIE NOW?? MARRY HIM OR I WILL

You didn’t reply and instead, looked around. It was not spotless, it is a teenager’s bedroom after all, but the way it looked was a perfect reflection of the boy that resided in it. Star Wars posters on the wall, notebooks and pens scattered on the desk, and some socks in one corner.

it's screams peter parker and for that i will him a forehead kissie 😣

You fell asleep in the comfort of your lover’s arms with him on your mind. And the sight of a familiar scarf you vividly remember giving to somebody that wasn't Peter, falling out of the drawer.

first of all, i miss the prettiest boy ever. and second of all, WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT FUCKING SCARF PETER BENJAMIN.

RED (and blue) + p. parker series

+ chapter seven

→ Y/N, a swiftie, jokingly reposts the “Red (Taylor’s Version) boyfriend application form” on her instagram story.

The details are as follows: Looking for a boyfriend for the last week of August to the month of November- right before RED (Taylor’s version) drops to be exact. Applicant needs to make me fall in love with you immensely and you are required to break me like a promise before the deadline.

And somehow Peter Parker finds himself as the top candidate.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, cheesy pop culture references

word count: 10.5k (buckle up ladies, gents, and non binary friends)

A/N: welp here we go!! so sorry for the lack of update the past two weeks(?) i am awful at math and keeping up with the construct that is time,, but also we are already halfway thru the thirteen chaps and i hope you will like this part!!

series masterlist + my masterlist

buy me a ko-fi?

six | seven

The decathlon practice questions weren't as hard as this one: what are you going to dress up as on Halloween?

Flash had sent the group chat into a spiral when he said that he'll be hosting a Halloween party this year. You were all freaked out because last year, after a failed attempt at inviting Spider-man to his Halloween party, Flash promised not to throw another one. Yet, he confessed that his optimism returned when you told him the story of your two brief encounters with the Avenger.

Your friend group was a unique composition and Flash was definitely the one that brings the flair for dramatics to the table. And in this case, Flash always goes full blast when it comes to Halloween costumes and he wanted everyone attending to put in the same effort. Technically, there wasn't a list but if you showed up to the front door with a half-assed outfit, you weren't going to be let in.

Just last week, you and Cindy were talking about how relieved you were to not go through the difficulties of picking a costume, and now you were in an empty school bathroom brainstorming for ideas.

"Oooh! We should go as our favorite Taylor album," You suggested, confident with your idea. "Or we'd go as folklore and evermore."

"That's really cute, but aren't you going to get a couples costume with Peter?" Cindy asked as she applied on some lip balm.

Her words left you stunned. Flash had announced the party through text just this morning and with all your stress at the prospect of finding a good enough costume, you didn't stop to think if Peter wanted to go with matching outfits.

"You didn't tell him?" Cindy turned to look at you before she snickered. "Or were you too busy shoving your tongue down his throat?"

"Cin!" You shouted, face starting to warm at her words. "Of course I told him earlier but the bell rang and--"

"And didn't give you two enough time to fix up?" Your best friend continued. "I saw the lip gloss on his lips, y'know. The exact shade you're wearing right now, hmm."

"Stop it," You managed to say just exactly before the bell rang. For the first time today, the sound actually relieved you instead of making you mad. You just hoped you didn't look flustered when you exit the bathroom.

You only had one class with Peter today, with it being P.E means it doesn't promise any time to talk to each other. So with that, the two of you decided to... make the most out of the morning before the bell rang.

Ever since the day of your first kiss, there was a significant shift between you and Peter. You felt a lot more at ease seeing as the kiss sealed the deal and you no longer had to walk on eggshells around him. You shared a "proper" kiss before he left your apartment the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. After that, everything was bliss. You also noticed that Peter was a lot more confident too, acting on his words instead of leaving it as banter. Being told that you were going to be kissed and him following up on it wasn't something you were opposed to anyways.

Seeing that attempting to talk to Peter during gym was a bust, the next time you got a glimpse of him was during decathlon practice. Glimpse was the best word to describe it because Mr. Harrington and MJ singled you out, drilling you with questions that sounded familiar from Sophomore year to new ones that you struggled with. Despite their efforts of telling you that you have their whole support, you still felt the pressure especially with the competition being a month away.

Mr. Harrington's hopes of you accepting all the difficult questions certainly didn't help. In the split seconds you had the time to zone out, only one thought repeated in your mind. The doubt in yourself. What if time didn't bring you to the best version of yourself? What if all the medals and awards you had won for the school all those years ago was the best you were gonna get?

"Not bad, babe."

"Thank you, H," You said, nothing but adoration in your voice. "Not just for coming today, but for everything."

Your gratitude was welcomed with a kiss. Harry laced your fingers together as he led you out of the auditorium hall and towards the parking area where his driver was waiting. You were on a high, having won a special award for participating in this decathlon event and with Harry finally attending to watch you after months of asking.

The memory left a bittersweet taste. You remember how much cheering your teammates did for you, the messages from your parents saying how proud they were, and with Harry finally showing some liking for decathlon. Until he made you quit. Because apparently you didn't have time for him anymore even if he was the one running around playing with dangerous science in his Father's laboratory.

Decathlon means a lot to you because it pushes you to work hard but it always rewarded you in the end. You're also really grateful for the friendships you have formed with your peers. They have always been yours and each other's support system in all things decathlon, but a little loving from your significant other would have been nice.

"Where are you?"

You didn't want to get frustrated, you felt like you didn't have the right to. But it was your first anniversary, you donning a new dress. Sure you were young, but you were in love. You were entitled to going out to celebrate.

"I'll be right there, babe, I'm so sorry," Harry said in a desperate voice. You knew it from when he'd let himself break down and rant to you about the pressure his surname brought him.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" You most certainly weren't but you knew that your boyfriend needed to be checked up on.

"I'm.." He started. "I'm fine. I'll see you, okay?"

Harry promised that he'll make reservations especially after seeing you sulk over leaving academic decathlon. How convenient that he pressured you into leaving when your anniversary date was right around the corner. You felt guilt eat you alive when you assumed that he did it on purpose. Harry was kind to you, but then again when it comes to him, everything is strategically planned. The only thing keeping hope in your heart was his promise of seeing you in this candlelit restaurant.

But you didn't see him.

You were waiting for him to burst through the door with the lopsided smile that you loved so much. Despite the looks a few servers in the expensive restaurant gave you, you pursued. You kept your eye on the door, just waiting for him to walk in.

He was already long gone when you realized that the blame for your heartbreak was on you.

"Y/N?"

Your head snaps back up to see Mr. Harrington's expectant face. He said that if you got this one right, everybody would get to leave early. Great, more pressure.

It was unfair to Peter that you had moments where you thought of Harry. But in your defense, it was always linked to decathlon. The blonde boy had taken it away from you, and now that you had that piece of yourself back, you were afraid it was going to be ripped from your hands once more. You never really understood why decathlon was the thing that Harry went after. Maybe it was because it took most of your time? Or his best friend's? Looking back, you knew it was unfair that he took out that irrational problem on you.

Thankfully, you managed to answer the question correctly. The encouraging claps from your friends should have put your mind at ease but it did the exact opposite. You stepped off the platform and rushed towards your bag to check up on your notes. You mumbled inaudible goodbyes to your friends as you scanned index cards after index cards and let them know that you'll be fine going home on your own.

"Y/N, are you free tonight?" The sound of Peter's voice gave a little calm in the storm brewing in your head.

"I thought you were hanging out with Ned?" You asked, still skimming over your notes. "Don't let me get in the way of your date."

"You can join us for Star Wars, Y/N!" Ned chimed in.

As tempting as it sounded to hang out with your boyfriend, you knew that you had to study first. All you could muster was an apologetic smile at Ned.

"I'd love nothing more," You smiled a little before looking back down at the papers in your hands, "But I gotta study and prepare."

If you were looking up, you would have watched Peter and Ned exchanging a silent conversation between them, the other knowing exactly what the other wants without a single word. Ned left the classroom, leaving only you and Peter inside.

"Baby," He started. "You know that you can take a break, right?"

"I know that," You sighed, shoulders slumped. "But I have to do this. I haven't earned anything to-"

"Hey!" Peter said. You would have been startled if it wasn't for his concerned look and doe eyes. "None of that. You deserve to be part, again, of decathlon. You've never missed a single practice, you kill it every time and-"

Peter didn't get to finish his pep talk because you swiftly placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It was chaste but it was a symbol of your gratitude. This boy had been nothing but sweet to you, either as a friend or partner. The word boyfriend still left a giddy feeling in your stomach. It brought a flush over the both of you when you address Peter as such.

"I can't." Your voice wobbled as you looked into his captivating brown eyes.

You had some sense of self-awareness to know that you have been running yourself to the ground when it came to studying for decathlon on top of other exams and assignments. But you couldn't live with another failure. The team took you back despite you leaving them for such a stupid reason and there is this need to prove yourself worthy of your place.

Warm hands found its place around your waist and pulled you in. The comfort that Peter's hug brought you to wave a white flag against your stubbornness. You deserve to take a moment for yourself and once you get back to studying, you'd feel better than ever.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of Peter's neck and he let out a satisfied hum that reverberated in his chest that was pressed against yours. The palms of his hands moved like gentle waves of the sea across the expanse of your back. Its calm presence would have lulled you to sleep if it weren't for Peter speaking up.

"Is that a yes?" Peter asked, one hand finding the back of your neck to softly rub the tension away.

Your eyes fluttered close at the sensation but you managed to tease anyway, "Hmm, but I can't crash my boyfriend's date with his boyfriend."

"I'm sure Ned won't mind." Peter chuckled.

You only nodded before pulling away to fix your things. Ever the chivalrous gentleman, Peter slung your bag over his shoulders. You often find yourself daydreaming about how strong Peter is. That little date at the grocery store a few weeks ago still gets you flustered.

Ned was waiting by the lockers outside of the classroom and his contagious grin spread even wider when he saw that you and Peter were approaching him, hand in hand.

"Yes! Finally a new perspective on one of the greatest movie franchises of all time," Ned said.

Taking the bus was surprisingly good today despite the after-work hours rush. Ned was on another seat as he insisted he didn't want to third wheel as Peter laid his head on your shoulder.

"I like it when you call me that," Peter said, suddenly.

"Call you what?" You asked, fiddling with Peter's fingers using your own.

"Boyfriend," He said with a grin. "Your boyfriend."

Peter's resumé should really have 'being able to make Y/N Y/L/N smile no matter what' as a core skill of his.

"I like saying it," You replied, "I like it when you call me baby."

You broke out into song, "But don't call me kid, don't call me baby."

Peter let out a burst of laughter so loud most of the passengers in the bus turned to look. Ned was the onlooker with the brightest smile. He was feeling pretty smug for playing matchmaker

+

The thought of Peter's Aunt May didn't even occur to you until you were standing outside his apartment's door. It would be your first time in the place meaning it would also be your first time meeting her. As if sensing your nervousness, Peter grabbed your hand in one of his while the other was opening the door.

"May's not home," He said to you and Ned, but you knew it was his way of reassuring you.

Peter led you to the living room and let Ned set up while he went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks.

You could tell that Ned was already familiar with the crooks and crannies of the Parker household. He knew exactly which cabinet to pull the TV remote control out of and how to operate it. You were glad that Peter had a true best friend.

As Peter returned from the kitchen with a bowl of delicious-smelling popcorn, you fidgeted in your seat. The couch was comfy, and it seemed to accommodate three people at best, but Ned had already taken a seat by the carpeted floor. With somebody else being around, you got shy at the fact that you had the urge to cuddle with Peter. You two haven't done it before.

"Hey, you good?" Peter asked as he sat next to you. Not too far away but not close enough for your knees to touch.

You only nodded, hoping the warmth in your cheeks would fade.

The opening credits started to play and the three of you fell silent. You could feel the eyes of both boys on you as if waiting for a reaction.

"If you have any questions, let me know," Ned said and you chuckled in response as Peter lightly tapped his foot against Ned's side.

"That's supposed to be my job," Peter whined.

"It can both be ours!" Ned retorted which left you giggling for a few seconds before you were shushed with a finger to your lips by Peter.

Around ten minutes in, you had to peel your eyes away from the screen to Peter who seemed to be.. fighting an itch?

You could tell he was trying to be subtle with his movements but you still decided to lay a hand on his knee and quietly ask him if he was alright. His nods were a little too quick and you knew how much energy this boy had in him.

"Do you, uhm," You glanced at Ned who was intently watching the film before leaning in to whisper into Peter's ear, "Do you want to cuddle?"

Peter nodded again, but this time he didn't look so hesitant. It was obvious that you two didn't know where to start. With the both of you not having cuddled somebody else, except for a pillow, in quite some time.

Eventually, Peter lifted one arm up, silently asking you to curl up on his side as to not disturb Ned, who was still minding his business and munching on popcorn.

You settled into Peter's side and his arm draped over your shoulders, his fingers immediately drawing heart shapes on your forearm. It's so comfortable in your position that you fought the urge to fall asleep by the crook of Peter's neck since Ned had started talking about different fun facts during the filming of this particular Star Wars movie. There was a faint hint of lavender by his soft hoodie.

You tried to chime in your compliments to the movie by giving simple "woahs" and "that's really cool" and you didn't notice how Peter wasn't even paying attention to the movie in the first place. All he could look at was you.

Movie nights wasn't your ideal way of winding down, but you felt infinitely better by simply being in Peter's presence and how his best friend has welcomed you with open arms. To be fair, he was the one to fill in the form that got you and Peter together in the first place.

"Well, I gotta go," Ned announced as the credits started to roll.

You pouted, wanting to watch the next movie with Ned's amusing commentary. Peter also thought that the movie night would stretch out until one of you passes out in the living room, but apparently, Ned's mom wants him home for a special dinner.

"I want a special dinner too," Peter pouted and you laughed as you stared at the wrappers of snickers scattered on the coffee table.

"We're broke teenagers, Pete." Peter's frown did a whole 360 at the sound of the nickname.

After putting everything back in its proper place, Peter turned to you with an outstretched hand. You took it without hesitation.

"C'mon," He said, not giving you a chance to pull away when he grabbed two sets of keys by the hooks on the door whilst dragging you with him.

"Where are we going?" You asked as the two of you descended down one of the fire exits.

Peter kept quiet and a few moments later of you trying to keep up with him, you ended up in the apartment complex's parking space. He fished out one of the keys in his pocket, pressed on it, and one of the car's headlights blinked on.

"Does May know about this?" You said to Peter as you noticed the neck pillow on the driver's seat with an embroidered M.

"No, but she won't mind," Peter shrugged and opened the car door for you. "I hope."

"What do you mean you hope-?" Peter cut you off by closing the door shut and you huffed, not wanting Peter getting into trouble with his Aunt.

"Calm down, baby." Peter said with a wink as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Now you're just using that to your advantage," You huffed again, stiffening at Peter leaning over you to strap your seat belt on.

"You've been doing so much school work," Peter replied as he started putting the keys into the engine. "You deserve to relax."

Even though you granted yourself the same sentiment earlier, the thought of the decathlon competition arriving so soon wouldn't allow you to take a breather.

"And I did," You started as Peter backed the car. "I had fun watching your favorite movie and if you're not taking me home then stop this vehicle."

You felt guilty for your words but the guilt for not doing your best regarding decathlon was even stronger. You couldn't let anyone down again. If not your teammates, then yourself.

You turned to look at Peter slowly, scared to see if he was scowling, but it was the complete opposite. He had this optimistic gleam in his eye and a tiny smile on his pink lips.

"Just thirty minutes at the place, please, then I promise I'll drive you home," He pleaded. "I'll quiz you on the way and on the drive back if that helps."

"That's actually-" You slumped back in your seat. "That's actually really smart."

True to his word, Peter racked his brain for any common, old, and difficult decathlon question. You got them right every time. You told Peter to stop the practice after he called you good girl. You weren't sure if your breathing evened out after that.

There was still a ten-minute drive left before the destination so Peter suggested you plug your phone in and play your music.

"Is Taylor Swift okay?" You asked, pulling up the music app on your phone.

"For any and every occasion," Peter said with a cheeky grin.

You and Peter were singing along to the music as the city passed by in a blur. You laid your head on the window and closed your eyes, voice starting to get quieter and letting Peter's echo in the car. He had a very lovely voice. Your heart swelled at the thought that no boy has ever sung along to cheesy love songs with you and here was Peter, doing it while on the way to taking you to a special place.

"We're here," Peter said and you felt the car stop.

You could tell where you were, it being a popular park in Queens. You've been here once or twice in passing with some friends. With the moon high in the sky, it was difficult to marvel in the beauty of the place, but with the help of a few trusty street lamps, you could see the autumn leaves on the ground and spot the lake in the distance.

"I figured it was the nearest place but it's already closed," Peter started saying, a hint of disappointment in his tone, "I thought we could open the backseat and stuff."

You stepped out of the car before Peter the gentleman could protest, and you held your breath in awe. It was perfect, no matter if the actual park grounds were closed. The car was parked underneath a huge tree that sprouted red-orange leaves. You breathed in the cool air and felt a gust of wind slightly pick up your hair.

As you took in the wonderful feeling of the cold, you didn't notice Peter had stepped out of the car and made his way to you.

"You're going to get sick," He warned, but adding a playful squeeze on your nose as a sign of his affection. "C'mon, there's blankets."

You followed Peter and he opened the trunk, and lo and behold, there were piles of blankets scattered in the back of the car. It was a variety of wool, quilts, and homemade knits. Peter grabbed a pile in his hands and let you sit down first before he situated himself next to you.

He took a smaller cotton blanket and draped it over your shoulders. You didn't even notice that you left your jacket in his house. As Peter was untangling one of his old hoodies that got mixed with a knitted blanket, you wordlessly leaned your head on his shoulder. Peter stopped muttering his little curses at the tangled material and relaxed at your warmth.

Peter draped a bigger, fuzzier blanket on top of both his and your legs before he settled down by your side. Underneath the blanket, you reached for his left hand and laced them together. His fingertips were calloused but his hand was smooth overall. Save for a scar you could feel by his knuckles. You knew there's a story behind it and you will ask when the time is right, not if Peter beats you to it and tells you. For now, this was enough.

It was silent, only the faint sounds of the city you call home echoing in a few minute intervals. In the dim light, you could make out the faint fogs of your breaths swirl in the cold October air. It was silent, but it was home. You didn't mind letting the autumn leaves falling into place fill the quiet. Peter seemed utterly at ease too based on the steady rise and fall of his chest.

You could feel Peter start to trace the back of your hand with his thumb, like he always does. You sunk in further into his chest and even though the clock struck past thirty minutes, you stayed.

The serene moment was broken when Peter's phone started ringing. You caught a glimpse and saw the name Happy Hogan on the caller ID.

It was obvious that Peter wasn't expecting the call by the furrow of his eyebrows.

"Hello?"

Peter still had his arm around you as he listened to Happy talk. You could make out some muffled words by your close proximity and you were happy that Peter trusted you like this. You remember how unpleasant it was to be ushered out of the room for a curt one minute call.

"Shit, okay, I'll be back quickly." Peter's words caught you off guard and your mind immediately went to thinking that May had gotten into a bad situation.

"What's wrong? Is May alright?" You asked, scrambling to fold the blankets properly.

"No," Peter sighed and he immediately sensed your panic. "No! I mean, she's alright. Just.. mad?"

"Oh no," You weren't daft. "When you basically kidnapped me I thought your Aunt May knew that you were taking her car!"

"I didn't kidnap you," Peter rolled his eyes. "You went with your boyfriend who, well technically, I kid—carjacked the car."

"Oh no," You repeated. "This is gonna be my first time meeting your family and I'm already disappointing them!"

Peter turned to you and clutched your shoulders in a soft grasp, "May's just going to lecture me, it's okay. She's gonna love you."

You weren't convinced but considering how much of a sweetheart Aunt May sounded in Peter's stories, you had to give the benefit of the doubt.

The car ride was silent and you knew that it was making Peter anxious. You plugged in your phone once more and put on the Lover album to uplift the mood.

"Pete?" You finally spoke after minutes of fidgeting with your fingers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I said you kidnapped me. You just wanted to make me feel better and you did. You really did," You rambled. "Thank you for tonight."

Peter hit the brakes as the light turned red and then turned in his seat to look at you. He glowed, even if it was simply underneath the city lights.

"No need to apologize, I knew you were only joking," Peter assured you with a quick peck to your cheek. "I'm glad you had fun."

"I did," You bit your lip. "Even though we are now heading into impending doom."

Peter laughed as he stepped on the gas, "May doesn't know that you're with me. She just thinks I took the car on my own, so again, don't you worry your pretty little head; she'll love you."

You gasped, "So I'm an accomplice to a crime?"

"And will be asked to testify." Peter finished, running along with your joking nature.

The atmosphere in the car seemed lighter, even though you were still nervous. This wasn't your ideal first time meeting with Peter's Aunt May but there's no turning back. You could only put on a brave face and hope that she'll like you for who you are and most importantly for her nephew.

The familiar facade of Peter's apartment complex came into view and you gulped. Peter placed his hand on your thigh and when you didn't push it away, he kept it there as some way to keep you relaxed.

It took you a few minutes to finally remove your seatbelt even after Peter has finished parking the car.

"Ready?" Peter asked, hands immediately finding yours as you stepped out of the car.

"No." Was all you could say and you clung to Peter's adorable laughter as if it could steady your uneasiness.

Peter pressed the button of his floor number and luckily you were the only ones in the elevator. He pressed a kiss on your temple as the metal box started its ascent.

"Still not ready." You piped in as you arrived on his floor.

Your boyfriend was unable to respond when the door swung open to a red-faced May Parker.

"Peter Benjamin!" She started. "I cannot believe you-- haven't introduced the lovely Y/N to me."

Peter chuckled at how May was startled by your presence and how quickly she shut off her sermon mode. You elbowed his side before you reached your hand out.

"Me too, Mrs. Parker. It's nice to finally meet you," You said as you shook hands. "Peter has some groveling to do."

"Oh, he definitely does," She glared at him but you could see that she wasn't fully mad at her nephew. Not now, at least. "And you can call me May, sweetheart. Come in."

"I would love to, Mrs- May, but I have to get home or my parents will kill me." You wanted nothing more than to stay and chat with the lovely woman but it was getting late into the night.

"But your stuff's inside, baby," Peter reminded you. "We'll get them and I'll bring you home, is that okay?"

You nodded and followed both of the Parker's inside their home. May headed for the kitchen and you saw that a man was sitting by one of the dining table chairs.

"Is that--"

"Yep, that's Happy. Here," Peter handed you your tote bag and jacket before calling out to the couple in the kitchen, "I'm bringing Y/N home! Don't worry I won't be driving, we'll be walking."

"Don't get us jumped." You snickered.

"Never with Peter, trust me," May chimed in. She handed you a tumbler. "Some tea to keep you warm. Peter told me that's your favorite."

You turned to look at Peter with your wide-eyed gaze, pure adoration oozing from your heart. He has your favorite tea at his place? In his home?

"Thank you, May," You gratefully accepted the container from her.

Peter placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you out towards the door. He said goodbye to May and Happy before he completely turned to you.

Under the fluorescent lights of the hallway, he still managed to have that glint in his eyes that made your heart speed up. You suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Pete?" You called out.

He hummed in response so you continued after taking a deep breath, "Do you want to go to Flash's Halloween party with me?"

"He's still doing that?" Peter asked, no hint of malice in his voice and just pure curiosity that made you laugh.

"Yeah, he is," You shrugged. "Not even Spider-man rejecting him could crush his Halloween spirit."

Peter only smiled at that, "I'd love to go with you."

It felt as if the unspoken question lingered in the air and you just had to let it out, "I know it's super cliché but would you.. want to-- uhm-"

Peter found it adorable that this time it was you who was tripping over their words. You were still trying to string together a proper sentence when he cupped your cheeks to shush you from your rambling.

"Matching costume?" He asked and all you could do was nod. Peter gave your cheeks a squeeze and he giggled at the sight, "Again, I'd love to."

The walk back to your place consisted of you and Peter brainstorming for ideas, yet always falling short. Some were too cliché, while others were a little difficult and expensive to put together. It was safe to say you were sleepy when you finally arrived home. A little tired, but the day you had took a complete turn for the better. Peter made it better.

+

"What's with the pout?" May chuckled as she placed the freshly baked cookies on your respective plates.

The night Peter walked you back from his place, May texted him, asking when you're free. She said that she wants to get to know you better and it hit you like a freight train; the Parker's were accepting you with open arms. You can't say the same about the family of your ex-boyfriend.

You and Peter decided to let the remaining school days pass and have you come over during the weekend.

"We don't know what to wear for Halloween," You said, starting to laugh at the frustrated look on Peter's face.

"Easy," May shrugged. "Go as Spider-Man."

Your eyes widened and you could see Peter and May's faces do the same. You didn't know Peter was a Spider-man fanatic. Oh how delightful, you thought. This will either fully bond Flash and him together or go back to square one over some machismo pride.

"May!" Peter exclaimed, expression morphing between alarmed and fearful.

"I didn't know you were a fan of Spider-man, Petey." You cooed and some of the tension managed to visibly leave him.

"No-I— May, this is your fault," Peter sighed. "Besides, we're going as a couple. If I go as him then who would Y/N be?"

As a couple made your heart skip a beat.

"Yeah and Flash will have your head," You piped in. Peter gave you a "not helping" look.

May hummed to herself in thought, bringing a finger up to her chin.

"How about you two watch movies or, I don't know, look at clothes then see if inspiration strikes." Oh, so every Parker is just a genius huh?

"That's a good idea!" You beamed, unaware of Peter's loving gaze on your face. "I've been wanting to go to some thrift shops. If that's okay?"

Peter sat up straighter when you turned to him and as always, resembled an adorable puppy with his wide-eyed gaze. He nodded and squeezed your hand under the table to let you know that he wanted the same thing.

Turns out, you didn't need to wait for another day for your plans. May had left to meet with Happy, which Peter had made funny faux gag noises to since technically the boyfriend was his boss. There was still a few hours before the sun goes down and you and Peter took the opportunity to head to a few nearby thrift shops local to Queens.

It was as if you were in a movie montage, haphazardly throwing on different top hats, that looked clean of course, and goofing around with the random pieces of clothing.

Peter had gone down to the men's section on the other side of the store, waiting for quote on quote, inspiration, to strike.

You were doing the same, arms getting tired from moving mostly heavy jackets around to get a glimpse at some piece that you think would make a good Halloween costume.

The store was playing Taylor Swift, much to your delight, and your head was in the music, your feet just moving on their own to bring you to pieces of clothing that caught your attention.

As you hummed to the familiar tune of Dress, the universe managed to play a trick on you once more and had you gaping at a beautiful blue dress.

A character idea immediately popped up in your head as if a light bulb had lit. The dress was mostly baby blue, with faint white lace embroidery to give it more texture. The half sleeves and waist belt were in dark navy blue silk to add more dimension and color. You plucked the dress from where it was situated by the hanger.

You took a few steps to step in front of a floor-length mirror. You placed the dress over your figure and you smiled as it looked like it would be a perfect fit. Its hem was by your ankles and you grabbed the skirt to give a little swish. It was perfect.

A simple half-up, half-down hairdo would work and finding a hair bow that matched the blue of the dress would be easy. It was your first time getting to pick what you'd do for a couples costume and you just hoped Peter would like the idea.

"Darling."

You clutched the dress tighter in surprise as Peter's voice came out of nowhere.

"What?" You asked, letting out a breath that got stuck in your throat when you were taken off guard.

Peter always claimed to be mediocre at all things P.E but every single time, he manages to contradict himself with his agility and reflexes.

You held your breath in anticipation as Peter's eyes flickered from the dress in your hands and then back to your face. He had a knowing smile on his face and you saw it even more up close as Peter only stopped approaching when your faces were nearly touching.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and stayed silent for a few moments. His eyes tracing your features as if it was such an interesting painting.

"Wendy Darling," Peter said. "I love it."

Your nose scrunched up in glee. You would never get tired of how much you and Peter had this way of knowing the other's thoughts so well. It applied to everything from such bizarre Halloween ideas and to secrets.

"Really?" You whispered, Peter's face still close to you. "You don't think it's cliché, Peter P?"

"I think it's brilliant," Peter whispered back, one hand now cupping your cheek. "You're brilliant."

"I would hope so, I do go to the top science school in New—"

Your words were interrupted with Peter pressing his lips to yours. The kiss had the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

"I will need your help though because green is not my color." Peter said, breathless in between kisses.

You pulled back to let out a laugh, "How do you feel about tights?"

"Eh, I'm more of a spandex guy." Peter joked before pulling you back in for another heart-stopping kiss.

"Will pants be okay?" Peter asked as he pulled away, "I saw a nice green pair over there."

"Pants are perfect," You chuckled, keeping Peter's face close to yours as you cupped his cheeks. "It's the hat we really need to perfect."

"May can handle that just fine," Was the last comment from your boyfriend before he pulled you back in.

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The tables have been turned and now it was Cindy you were trying to comfort about decathlon. You were studying in the library when she received the news that her parents were going to attend the event next month and it had her stressing out in the past ten minutes.

"Deep breaths in, Cin, okay?" You stroked her hair as she laid her upper body across your lap. "Here, I'll do it with you."

You inhaled and exhaled to demonstrate and after a few times, Cindy had finally managed to calm down and sit up again. She grabbed her water bottle and took long gulps.

"Flash's booze tomorrow better be good." Cindy said.

You were suddenly struck with the realization that Halloween is tomorrow. With the end of October nearing, Mr. Harrington and MJ had everyone working double time. You sneaked in online shopping for your accessories when you had the free time to do it, and so did Peter. You got the blue dress from the thrift shop while Peter bought the pair of forest green denim pants that were in good condition. You protested against him making May make his little props but it was a futile attempt when the lady herself said she was already working on it during the one Saturday you were at the Parker household.

"What are you wearing for tomorrow?" You asked, attempting to clear Cindy's mind of the pressure from her parents.

"It's unfair since you won't tell me yours," She pouted as she grabbed her backpack that was seated on another chair. "But guess."

Cindy placed a tube of red lipstick, heart shaped sunglasses, and a pair of clip on bangs that matched her dark hair color. You gasped; it wasn't difficult to tell what the items meant.

"It's too good to pass up! I mean I already have the lipstick and shades, but also I know you saw her announcement about the tracklist!" Cindy gushed. "Honestly just put this together after seeing it."

You grinned, glad that your best friend took your suggestion to heart. The rest of the hour went by with you two talking about what re-recorded song you're most excited to hear. You really should've picked up your index cards again, but it almost felt like an unspoken agreement between you and Cindy that you'd grant yourself a little time to indulge.

Turns out, Peter was a lot more cheesy than you were. He suggested that you shouldn't see each other's costumes until he picked you up to go to Flash's house. Luckily this time, May let him use her car with permission.

You were making sure that nothing was out of its place, the blue ribbon in your hair, the lipgloss Peter said he really likes, and that all your necessities where in your white lace purse, when a knock came. You pulled open the door to see Peter.

You bit your lip to stop from grinning but ultimately failed. He looked adorable. With the plain green shirt with the little cuts by the sleeves which you could tell was a do it yourself job, the familiar pants held by a thick brown belt on the loops, and brown loafers. Peter's costume looked wearable but that's not what truly caught your attention. It was that his usual poofy set of curls were down, almost giving him bangs, and a cute triangular hat, that looked a little small for a teenage boy like him, was on his head.

"You're so cute, Peter." You finally let out and he sighed in relief for a moment before groaning.

"May kept saying that," Peter grumbled, but his pout dissappeared when you gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You look beautiful, Wendy."

Your cheeks warmed at his words and you stepped out of your apartment as to not be late. But considering it was a high school party, it wouldn't really matter.

You noticed that neither of you had a jacket, but Peter didn't seem to be bothered by the cold. He immediately turned on the heating in the car though. This time, you let the local radio station fill the car with Halloween tunes and you were having the time of your life mimicking monster voices with Peter. You were already on a high without even having to consume anything. You were going to allow yourself to drink a little bit just to let loose, you deserved it after the grueling weeks of study and practice.

As if reading your mind, Peter reached over the console to grab your hand, "Are you going to drink tonight?"

"I-well.." You fumbled. "I wanted to? But I don't want to hold you back or anything so if you need me to be sober I will, but I am a bad driver so-"

"Y/N, it's fine! You don't need to ask me permission for those kinds of things, okay?" You knew what Peter was talking about. "And don't worry about me. I have a really high tolerance."

Flash's house was already blaring with music but you knew it still wasn't jampacked. Multicolored lights were seeping through the open windows and you could feel the faint bass of the music pounding in your chest. The exterior was decorated with pumpkins in different sizes, typical fake cobwebs strewn over the windows, and on its walls were different masks from famous horror movies.

Some other people looked unrecognizable in their costume, but others you made out to be your schoolmates. You saw Jason first by the patio, donning an all black outfit with his hair spiked and as you approached, you could see some fake blood by his lip and temple.

"Jason!" You called out as Peter followed behind you.

He looked taken aback when he first spotted you but his lips curled into a smile, "Why, greetings and salutations, Wendy and Peter. Very clever."

"Thank you," You smiled back. "Which Jason are you this year?"

Every Halloween, Jason showed up as a famous person or character with the same name as him. Last year he was Voorhees, the previous one before that was Bourne.

"I cannot believe you didn't catch my reference," He placed his hand over his chest. "I'm Jason Dean!"

"Oh!" You laughed as you finally saw the reason to the all black ensemble. "I don't know if you should find yourself a Veronica though. Not safe these days."

Jason just laughed and patted Peter by the shoulders, "You got yourself a clever one, Pan."

Peter blushed and you knew it was because he still had the tendency to get shy around your friends. As himself, no problem, but as your boyfriend? It was obvious he was still nervous despite hanging out at lunch almost every day.

You made your way inside the house and by the music alone, you could tell that Flash hasn't taken up the position of DJ just yet. Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw him by one of the tables that had many bowls that held different types of candies. It wasn't hard to spot him either.

"Hey, that's my boss." Peter whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

"Mr. Stark! It is such an honor to meet you." You said as you tapped Flash's red metal-clad shoulders.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Your friend rolled his eyes as he shooed away an obviously drunk boy away from the table, "I swear to god, William, if you throw up on this table again, I will end you!"

“I thought you were done with Spider-man?” Peter asked as Flash finally turned towards your direction.

“Isn’t it obvious that I’m not him?” Flash sassed, gesturing to the glowing thing by his chest.

“You’re dressed like his boss,” Peter shrugged.

“Whatever, Parker,” Flash paused. “Or should I call you Pan? Nice costume by the way. Though Y/N is the one carrying for the two of you.”

“Oh, hush,” You playfully punched Flash by his arm, which you immediately regret because of the ‘armor’ he was wearing. “Drinks?”

“Kitchen, as usual. You might find a Cindy Moon there too.”

“Oh no.” Was all you could say before you grabbed Peter’s hand and marched straight towards the kitchen.

Concern for your best friend was all you could think of in the moment. It was if every minute, a bunch of new people arrive at the house and soon enough the entrance to the wide kitchen was blocked. You grumbled under your breath but before you could even lift a finger, Peter nudged an obviously intoxicated teen out of the way to make some space. You recognized the person as one of the jocks at school and your eyes widened as you looked back and forth between the bulky boy and your boyfriend. Peter never ceases to surprise you.

It wasn’t hard to spot your friend, as she was the only one in the room in a hat, but also her ensemble was familiar to you. White shirt, dark high-waisted shorts, and a fedora hat.

“Cin!” You called out through the loud music. Oh, Flash was definitely DJ-ing now.

“Y/N!” She gasped out loud as she made her way towards you. “And Peter! Oh my god, I forgive you now for not telling me your costumes. You two are so cute!”

You and Peter only looked at each other in concern as Cindy pinched your cheek with one hand and she pinched Peter’s with the other.

“Are you drunk already?” You asked once she let go.

Cindy scoffed before smiling, “No. Fine, one shot only. But that’s because I was waiting for you!”

Your eyes widened when you remembered that yesterday in the library, you talked about wanting to let (a little) loose at the party.

“You don’t mind if I steal your girlfriend for a while, Peter Pan?” Cindy asked as she looped her arm with yours. “Actually, none of that, she’s a strong independent woman who doesn’t need permission!”

You were surprised by Cindy’s strength as she dragged you towards the kitchen counter. As you looked back at Peter, who only had an approving smile on his face, you remembered that this was the exact place that probably started, well, everything. The last time you were tipsy was during the whole red application fiasco when you have just rejected the other boys who thought would get a chance with you. Now, you were planning to have fun instead of worrying about who would volunteer to break your heart.

Peter was watching you down your first shot of the night when Ned and MJ approached him. Ned nodded in understanding when Peter took a step back when he saw MJ in a pale cream floor-length dress, short white gloves on her hands, and her natural curls peaking through the low messy bun.

She let him gawk in confusion for a second before shrugging, “Anya Taylor Joy, man.”

Peter then looked at Ned in his attire. “I like the bat.”

“Knew it. Wanna be the Dustin to this Steve? You both have curly hair,” Ned joked with a wink. He was the only one who knew what you and Peter were dressing up as for Halloween and he was so delighted for the couple that he let go of the idea of Peter dressing up as Dustin Henderson.

Though, what they both decided on mutually was that they’d retire from Star Wars costumes (for now) since they’ve done it for the past years.

It wasn’t long until you felt the room start to spin. Cindy’s a very persuasive girl and you were a good friend who wouldn’t let her try nearly every drink on the table without supervision. Well technically, since you were also drinking, the responsibility of supervision was thrust into your boyfriend’s hands.

“Have one!” You shoved a red solo cup into Peter’s hands. “You said you have a high tolerance, prove it, Petey!”

Peter took the cup from you, without any intention of drinking its content, just so you wouldn’t trip over and spill liquid onto the floor, creating a hazard. You were slurring your words, mixed in with high-pitched giggles and little hiccups in between.

“I still have to drive us home, Y/N,” He reminded you, despite the fact that you didn’t know that no alcoholic drink would affect him.

“Hmph,” You pouted and crossed your arms, making an adorable view for Peter. “Fine, let’s dance!”

You dragged Peter away to the living room before he could even protest. The mirrorball hung in the ceiling reflecting the multicolored lights set an ache in Peter’s temple but he powered through it as he felt you lifting his arms in an attempt to dance.

Deciding to say screw it, Peter gulped down the drink you gave him. He thought back to the times you ranted to him about school works and how this party was the perfect opportunity to enjoy your youth. You were right; that tonight was the night to forget about responsibilities and deadlines.

The vodka burned as it ran down his throat, but it still didn’t have any effect whatsoever. Thankfully, Flash was passing by and surprisingly, gave Peter one of the cups he had in his hands. Peter downed it in a second. This specific drink was a little stronger, but again, not enough. It did help numb some of his senses to make the flashing lights and loud music a bit more tolerable so Peter decided that was his last drink for the night.

Your warm body pressing into him snapped Peter out of his thoughts about his spidey senses. From this close proximity, your vanilla scent wafted in Peter’s nose, and he immediately decided that you were more intoxicating than Asgardian mead; the only alcohol strong enough to give him a hangover.

The upbeat music seemed to energize you as it played, and Peter’s hands found home on your hips. He followed how you frantically swayed to the beat and you pulled him in even closer if it were possible. Your hot breath over his lips made sweat gather in his hairline.

Peter’s strong shoulders underneath your palms sent a flurry of unholy thoughts in your head, but you still had reservations despite the liquor taking its effect on your mind. The strawberry flush on his freckled cheeks wasn’t helping either, especially since you knew that it was your fault for its appearance.

“Y-Y/N?” He breathed over your gloss-coated lips. You had applied a layer earlier before you dragged him to the dancefloor. It was a deeper red color, far from your usual pink, and you had a feeling that you would like it better on Peter’s face.

Peter’s a usually confident boy. It gave you a feeling of pride to know that you had the ability to render him speechless. Peter was almost always flustered around your presence, but it was every time you were on the verge of a heated kiss that he was left to little words.

Sober, it would take you too much time to gather the courage to do what you were about to. You leaned in even closer and took Peter’s bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear his breath hitch and your interlaced hands behind his neck separated a little so that they could trace the nape of his neck and up his hair.

You had no intention of going all the way tonight, or even soon, but you wouldn’t deny that you enjoyed making out with the pretty boy who was starting to melt like putty under your hands.

You felt one of Peter’s hands settle on your waist, the other still on your hip. You both have stopped dancing and stood your ground when somebody slightly bumped into you. It was your turn to hold your breath when Peter captured your lips in a kiss. The strong grip he had on your body made you let out a nearly inaudible moan, but of course, Peter heard it and the boy seized the opportunity to run his tongue on your bottom lip before you granted him entrance.

The alcohol in your system amplified the want you felt for Peter. Yet, in an indescribable way, you were somehow sobered by the way his hands clung to you. You felt like floating because of the intense way he was kissing you but the little pants escaping his lips when you pulled away for a split second to breathe had grounded you to this earth. This reality that had pulled your forces together despite the troubles that haunted your past. You wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

You heard a whistle in the near distance. The two of you pulled away to see Cindy clapping maniacally and MJ next to her. Your blurry eyes didn’t miss the hand she had on Cindy’s forearm to stop her from falling face-first on the floor.

“Damn, Wendy and Peter! Keep it PG,” MJ teased with a smirk.

Cindy elbowed MJ’s side a few times as she chuckled and swayed, “Let’s leave them be. They’re about to make some lost boys.”

In your drunken haze, you completely missed the insinuation and ignored it. You cupped Peter’s cheek to look back at you once your friends left. He was blushing again.

“This place is too crowded,” You whispered, forehead touching Peter’s.

“Too many cool kids,” He snickered.

His laughter at his own pun was cut short when you gently grasped the back of his head and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss, “God, Peter Benjamin Parker, you don’t know how bad I want you right now.”

You heard him gulp before removing your hands from behind his head to interlace your fingers together. This time, it was Peter pulling you away from the crowded scene and towards the kitchen.

Deja vu has hit and you started to giggle out loud. Peter turned to look at you as he grabbed a cup to fill it up with water. To fuel your own amusement, you found an empty spot on the counter and sat up on it.

“Thank you,” You said as Peter handed you the cup, “Looks familiar, no?”

You expected Peter’s brows to furrow in confusion, but he only nodded, a tiny smile playing on his lips. You giggled again.

“Ooooh, you wanted to kiss me so bad that night,” You wiggled your eyebrows as you looked at Peter over the rim of the cup.

Peter was just letting you ramble, his heart swelling when you admitted that you did in fact wanted to kiss him that night after the beer pong game. Except, this time, circumstances are sweeter and kinder to the both of you. Your paths had intertwined to lead to this and none of you were complaining.

“And I so want to kiss you a lot tonight,” Peter mimicked the teasing lilt in your voice.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You said as you jumped off the marble surface, with Peter’s assistance. “Let’s get out of here.”

Peter knew that he was sober and perfectly capable to drive the both of you home, but he still gulped down a glass of water just to make sure.

As the two of you slinked your way towards the front door, Peter halted in his steps when realization struck him, “Wait, did you mean get out of the kitchen or the actual house?”

“The house, silly. You said May wasn’t home, right?” You asked in a sweet voice and continued to walk towards the car as if your words didn’t leave Peter swallowing his nervousness.

The drive back to the Parkers didn’t take long, but every few minutes or so, Peter had to pull you back in your seat whenever you attempted to stick your head out the window. It was New York City, an innocent act like that isn’t safe with the possibilities of bad people around.

By the time Peter parked, most of your dizziness had gone away and you were able to walk properly. You didn’t stop Peter from wrapping his arm around your waist, though.

You could feel the tension when you two arrived in the apartment, the absence of May was obviously freaking Peter out and you could feel it from where you were standing next to him.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You were unsure if your words relieved or disappointed Peter.

“I know, and you’re drunk. I would never take advantage of you or anyone like that.” Peter said before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Your shoulders sagged before you could conceal the dismay in your still hazy brain.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

You flushed at the pet name and even though you couldn’t meet Peter’s eyes, you still managed to speak. “It’s- I- I just wanted to- uhm.. cuddle?”

Peter didn’t say anything for a second so you rambled, “I really liked it when we did last time but Ned was around and I have never been to your room before so it’s fine if you don’t want to-”

“Anything for my Wendy.” Peter interrupted, with a soft, gentle boop to your nose.

Even though you weren’t going to do anything, you still felt nervous as you followed Peter into his room. It would be your first time in there and the prospect of being on Peter’s bed sped up the thumping of your heartbeat.

“Here we are,” Peter said in a shy voice. “Sorry for the mess.”

You didn’t reply and instead, looked around. It was not spotless, it is a teenager’s bedroom after all, but the way it looked was a perfect reflection of the boy that resided in it. Star Wars posters on the wall, notebooks and pens scattered on the desk, and some socks in one corner.

“Are you kidding? It’s so.. you.” You turned around to look at Peter with a smile. The nervous frown on his lips faded away at the sight of it.

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?” Peter asked as you stepped forward.

“A very good thing.” You whispered before attaching your lips to his.

Peter pulled away and wiped a stray smudge of mascara by the corner of your eye, “Do you- want to-uh- stay the night?”

“I would love nothing more.” You grinned and approached the foot of his bed. You looked at Peter and he nodded, giving you silent permission that you were allowed to sit on it.

The moment your butt hit the soft mattress, you were done for. Initially, you planned to just sit down first out of decency, but it was as if tiredness hit you all at once, resulting in you laying down on the sheets. Everything smelled like Peter, the sweet honeysuckle mixed with his natural musk, and the detergent you assumed May favored.

“Do you want to change?” Your sleepy eyes flung open when Peter spoke. “You can borrow my clothes but, shit, that sounds creepy, uhm-”

“Yes, please.” It was as if calming the other person down from rambling was yours and Peter’s thing.

“Can I choose?” You giddily said as you stood up. Sober you would chastise yourself for being so demanding, but Peter was a boy willing to say yes to anything his girlfriend asks him for.

Peter helped you up and held you steady as you crouched down to view his t-shirts that were on the bottom half of the drawer. You were humming as if you were in the grocery store picking out which apples looked best. Peter was just looking at you in admiration.

“This one!” You exclaimed, pulling out a soft, gray t-shirt that you saw Peter wear a few times at school. It had a corny science pun on it, which is why you picked it out.

Your clumsy state had accidentally pulled out some other pieces of clothing in the drawer but you assumed that Peter was tired so he let it be.

He let you in his bathroom and you got dressed in the shirt and some of Peter’s old sweats. The alcohol in your system overpowered the anxiousness and you were quick to settle into Peter’s arms.

You would have loved to stay up and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind because you know that Peter would never judge you for that. In fact, he would join you too. But you were worn out, so you let Peter, your favorite ball of energy, do the talking, lulling you to sleep as if the multiversal theory was a bedtime story.

You fell asleep in the comfort of your lover’s arms with him on your mind. And the sight of a familiar scarf you vividly remember giving to somebody that wasn't Peter, falling out of the drawer.

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