#i cant believe this was burried in my ask box im so sorry!

[soldrawss]

I know you're out of the PJO fandom (me as well), but I got a sudden wave of nostalgia when an animatic of yours popped up on my youtube feed. You influenced my art journey so much—like, I remember tracing over your art over and over again with paper so I could learn your style.

Now I can recognise bits of you in everything I draw so I think that's neat :)

[pussay]

midnight snacks - peter p

paring : peter parker x reader

word count : 1k +

warnings : literally nothing except my shitty writing >:))

sleepovers with peter were the best. between joking around and watching movies, the two of you never failed to fill the room with your laughter. it used to annoy his aunt may but she's grown to be able to tolarate it.

so, here you were now, snuggled up on the top bunk of peters bed while he took the bottom bunk. his soft snores filled the room while you tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. finally, with a groan, you pushed the soft blanket off your legs and quietly climbed down.

peter mustn't have heard the quiet thump of you hitting the floor because he simply sniffled quietly in his sleep and kicked one foot out of the blanket. you heart melted at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. it was adorable and anyone who told you otherwise would get a face full of fists.

"psst... hey, pete."

"whaaaaaat?" he groaned and turned so his back was facing you. you huffed and slowly started tracking backwards.

"umph!" peter shot up in his bed while you giggled even though your ribs were sore from the landing. "jeez, y/n! did you really have to do that!?"

you simply continued to giggle at his confused face and messy bed hair, "m'hungry and i can't sleep." you whined and peter sent you a dopey smile before snuggling further into the pillows.

"awe sorry to hear that." and with that, the little shit wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down onto the bed with him.

"this is serious!" you whisper-yelled, "im really hungry! cant you just spider-man us to the nearest macdonalds so i can get a burger?"

"oh yeah, i definitely could--"

"yay thank you--"

"but i don't wanna." he finished stubbornly and shut his eyes.

"but-- peter" you whined and he lifted his head to look at your pouting face.

"oh come on. please don't do the face" he practically begged but you didn't let up. you heard him mumble something before pulling himself out of bed, heading to his closet. you let out a small, almost inaudible, cheer and jumped out of the bed to get your shoes, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas (you just wanted your food).

in under five minutes, peter was impatiently waiting at the window in his suit. you quickly tied the laces on your sneakers before leaping over to him, "okay, im ready."

"then let's go. may usually wakes up to get a drink at two so we have, uh--" he took two steps forward to check the time on his alarm clock, "forty-six minutes."

without a second of hesitation, peter silently opened the window, nodding his head in its direction. you skipped towards the window, a smug grin on your face.

once the two of you were out on the fire escape, peter wrapped his arms around the bottom of your thighs and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. within a second, you were flying through the streets with your head buried in peter's neck. you felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle,

"you scared?" he asked and you practically feel the smirk he wore.

"uh, y-yeah." and by that you meant no, you just smell really fucking good and your a human heater but he didn't need to know that.

before you knew it, your feet were on the ground and you were on the roof of an older-looking macdonalds. peter pulled a pair of loose-fitting sweats and simple, light blue jumper out of his backpack. within fifteen seconds you coumd barely tell he was wearing the spidey-suit in the first place. he webbed his backpack to a dirty, brick chimney as you jumped on his back, preparing for him to crawl down the wall.

once the two of you got inside, you noticed it was a literal ghost town and the teenager at the register gave the two of you a weird look. you realised she was staring down at peters hand.

fuck.

the bright red of peters gloved hand stuck out like a sore thumb and you nudged his shoulder.

"hmm?"

"your hand." you murmured simply before pushing him to a table at the back corner of the restaurant. you watched him burry his hand in the pockets of his pants with a panicked expression.

after ordering your food (and it taking a whole eleven minutes to be made even though it was dead empty ) you skipped to your table, peter waiting like an eager child waiting to get a lollipop.

"here ya' go." you said as you placed his order in front of him. peter was quick to dig into his food and you giggled, watching him get ketchup on the corner of his mouth.

"what?"

"you, uh, just-- *cough* let me--" you stretched your hand across the table, using your thumb to wipe the sause of his mouth. you didn't miss the faint, cherry red blush that took its place on peters cheeks.

"oh, uh, thank you." you nodded and started to eat your food.

you had finished your food when you noticed peter staring at you with a dreamy smile.

"what?"

"nothing. i just really love you." peter said softly with a nervous smile on his face.

"wha-what?" you felt like the air was punched out of your lungs.

"i love you."

your heart was racing a mile a minute and you titled your head curiously, "like love love or 'you're my best friend who's like my sister' love?"

"how about 'ive loved you since we were twelve and i could see myself spending the rest of my life with you and i think you do too' love." the small smile on his face disappeared when he saw your expression, "unless ive been reading this wrong and--"

"no! no, not at all. its just that, well, we're us, aren't we?"

"well, yeah but i just thought that--"

"but you're right. i think i love you too." you whispered and the brightest smile took its place on his face.

"i-- r-really?"

"yeah." peter leaped out of his seat and gave you the biggest hug ever. you buried your head into his neck and you didn't notice that you had both started crying.

"oh my god. i can't believe this is happening. may's gonna be over the moon." you let out a watery laugh and hugged peter tighter. he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and, eventually, pulled away from the hug.

"you wanna get out of here and, ya know, sleep." peter asked before brushing a stand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. you nodded and he grabbed your hand, guiding you next to the shop and you climbed onto his back.

before you knew it your legs were wrapped around his waist and peter pulled his mask out of his pocket and started to swing back to his apartment. peter landed on the fire escape with a quiet thud and he opened the window so you could enter his room. you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the bed, watching as he stripped down to his boxes, slipping on the loose sweatpants again.

he quietly slid in next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. you nuzzled your head into his chest while he played with the loose strand of your hair.

you were slowly drifting off to sleep when you heard him let out a quiet curse.

"mmph...what?" you practically whined and peter sighed out deeply through his nose.

"i left my backpack on the roof."

"damn it, parker!"