#peterparkerfluff

[modernstoner]

Grey Hair| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, sorry for not updating I wasn’t too motivated lately. THIS IS SO BAD BUT TRY TO ENJOY IT OML

Summary: While Peter was playing with your hair, he finds a grey hair and you have a quarter life crisis.

Warning: none. (Y/n) is bit dramatic lol

w/c: 687

~*~

You were tired. Like very very tired. You just wanted to relax in your dorm with your boyfriend, Peter. 

“How was school today?” Peter asked you, positioning himself so you and him could cuddle.

“Horrible. I witnessed Mr. Carson getting a blowjob under the desk.” You gagged thinking about it while Peter snaked his arm around your waist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Isn’t he like 60?”

“He is kinda hot.” You teasingly watched as Peter got jealous and threw a nearby pillow at you.

You dodged, getting up from the couch, getting into a fighting position. “Are you seriously going to fight me? Spider-man? A superhero?” Peter smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You might be spider-man but I grew up with my grandma throwing slippers at me.” You got the pillow that Peter used it on you and you yeeted at him with all of your strength combined. 

Peter pretended to be hurt by yelling ‘ouch’ and fell on the ground, softly. “Oh my god. My girlfriend is stronger than me! Please, tell my family I love them. Our saviour and god, Lord Farquaad shall take me to the heaven.”

You were laughing your ass off at Peter’s dramatic but yet, ridiculous speech. “You’re saviour and god is Lord Farquaad?”

“Yeah, why not? He looks like Noah Schnapp when he was in the first season of Stranger Things.” He shrugged, fixing his messed up hair.

“Netflix really did him dirty with that hair.” You agreed, deciding to sit on the floor, your back against the couch.

“Your hair looks like shit.” Peter commented as you dramatically gasped.

“How dare you insult my gorgeous hair.” You flicked your hair as Peter rolled his eyes.

“Literally. It looks like shit. Let me fix it.” He said, siting on the couch and you sat between his leg.

His finger started to brush your tangled hair making you yelp in pain. He mumbled a sorry. You started to relax, Peter always did an amazing job comforting or relaxing you. You sighed, starting to fall asleep when Peter said; “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” You questioned, eyes closed, refusing to open them.

“I just found a grey hair.” He said. Now that has caught your attention. 

You opened your eyes, quickly getting up, looking down at Peter who was siting on the couch. “What?” You asked, carefully not to scare him.

Peter gulped, beginning to feel his palm sweat. “Grey h-hair in your h—”

“Oh my god!” You screamed in pure agony.

“(Y/n), baby, I — “

“I’m old!” You cried, kneeling down, putting your hand on your hair, rocking yourself back and fourth.

“(Y/n), It’s not a big deal. I—”

“Not a big deal?”

Oh no.

“Not a big deal? Really, Parker? I am becoming old. I—I’m dying.” You cried even more.

“You’re 22. You are not dy—”

“I can feel myself dying, Peter. I can see my grandma from Heaven.” 

Peter sighed, obviously regretting to mention about a one strand of grey hair. “Peter.” You said in a very warning tone.

Peter hummed in response, just observing your tears coming from your eyes. “If I die, Peter...you’re coming with me.”

Peter already knew you were going to say that but he couldn’t understand if it was a joke or not. “O-Okay. If it makes you happy.”

He watched as more started to come from your eyes. “No, you stupid simp. If I die, you find someone better—” You were cut by Peter kissing you.

You kissed back, a single drop of tear coming from your eyes and Peter wiped it off. “Find someone better? I guess I’ll die alone because I rather be dead with you, (Y/n).”

“Awwwww. Peterrrr.” You snuggled up to his chest. Both of you ignored the fact that you two were on the floor.

The rest of the night was more calming, little jokes here and there, talking about the future. You two slept on the floor, just cuddling with each other. Was it uncomfortable? Yes but both of you didn’t care because as long as you two have each other, everything is perfect.

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

The Fluff Alphabet

send me a letter(s) from the alphabet for either Peter Parker or JJ Maybank, enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

[thewinterspidersoldier]

“I think I love you.”

The sounds of the city were drowned out by Peter’s voice. 

“Yeah! And then I swung in and webbed him to a trashcan!” You smiled, and turned to look at him, carefully setting your cup of tea on the fire escape. 

“What?” His voice had the hint of a smile in it. 

“Nothin’, just thinking ‘bout something.” You said as you laid your head against his shoulder. He shifted, raising his arm to wrap around your shoulders.

“Whatcha’ thinking ‘bout?” 

“Well, i’m thinking about one thing.”

“And that is?”

“I think I love you.” Peter’s body stiffened, and he carefully pulled away. 

“Wait.” His ears began to turn red, and a smile began to grow.

“Really?” Peter’s voice was just above a whisper, and his smile was huge.

“Mmmhmm. I am pretty darn sure that I love you, Peter Parker.” You replied, grinning at him. 

“I-I love you too.” He then moved closer to you, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and leaned in. The kiss was filled with feeling, and you thought you were going to drown in it. It was perfect. 

“Wow. Wow.” Peter pulled away to breathe, and rested his forehead against yours. 

“Man, I sure do love you.” You said, before you leaned in again. 

^^^

Man, this sucks, but thanks everyone for the awesome feedback on, “I Was Cold!” I really appreciate it :)

[peterspideyy]

three words

summary- you and peter share all your secrets and plans with each, you literally know each other better than yourselves. you always thought peter would tell you everything, until one day he didn’t

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, just your usual sad imagine

—————

“y/n, I’m sorry. peter’s going. I don’t think he will be coming back in a long time.”

ned’s words circled in your head as you tried to process what he said. peter’s going? no. how? yesterday he seemed fine. more than fine actually, he told you he loved you for the first time in your relationship. it was a massive step for you both. if he loved you, he would of mentioned something last night. but he didn’t, and it broke your heart.

see, yours and peters relationship was different. a good different. you told each other everything from your deepest secrets to what you had for breakfast that morning, what ever it was you told each other. you couldn’t believe he didn’t tell you about this. moving away is not something you forget.

without another thought you ran to peters apartment, ignoring neds calls to stop you. you had to see him and have all your unanswered questions finally answered. you needed the truth.

finally arriving, breathing heavily you scrambled to get your spare key of peter’s apartment out of your pocket. pulling out the silver key, you quickly unlocked the front door and ran in to be met with silence. not even may was here. maybe she was at work?

you saw a light shine in peters room making you run over to see peter packing clothes into a brown suitcase. you couldn’t help but let a loud sob escape your mouth, causing peter to sigh and meet your broken eyes.

you didn’t know what caused your heart to break more, peter packing or peter seeming so calm about it all.

“p-peter,” you whispered shaking your head as he carried on packing, “what are you doing? why are you packing? where are you going?”

peter sighed even heavier this time making you take a step back away from him. his harsh eyes met yours again causing your breath to quicken. he was so cold. you didn’t know why.

“mr stark wants to move the internship up north, so I’m moving with him.” he snapped, and carried on packing.

“when did you find out?”

“a month ago.”

“a m-month?”

he nodded simply making your blood boil. how could he be so naive and not tell you about this.

“how fucking dare you parker! how could you not mention this to me! we tell each other everything! you made me fall in love with you!”

“well, aren’t I fucking sorry?” sarcasm dripped from his lips, making you whimper.

“you should be sorry. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, fucking ned had to tell me. you told your friend over your girlfriend!”

“I wish he didn’t tell you, as we wouldn’t be having this problem, would we?”

“if ned didn’t tell me, would you have told me about you moving?” your hands started to shake as you waited for him to answer.

“probably not, would of been easier to move away from you.”

you started to cry at this. the way he spoke made you scared, frightened. you shouldn’t feel this way towards your lover.

“does may know?”

“yes.”

“so you would of told everyone else apart from me?”

he nodded, making you cry even more. you pulled your hair in anger as he carried on packing not noticing your disheartened self.

“did you ever love me the same way I did?”

peter’s head snapped to meet your (colour) eyes once you said those words, and you are sure you saw his eyes soften into a chocolate colour but then it was quickly replaced by a black, coldness colour.

“no.”

that simple word made your stomach sink. it felt as if peter ripped your heart out and stood on it, causing it to break into millions of pieces. you felt nothing. taking a step back from the man you thought who loved you, you wiped away the tears that fell. you weren’t going to cry in front of him and show how weak you are, even if you felt as if you were going to collapse.

you looked at the necklace peter got you in his mirror. you remembered all the sweet things he told you that night when he gave it to you, and you felt sick thinking of what he said. back then he made butterflies explode, but now the butterflies are dead.

vigorously you ripped the necklace off, ignoring the pain you felt and threw it at him, causing it to hit him in the face. he didn’t blink though. he didn’t move a muscle.

“we’re over. when you come back don’t come crawling back to me. I feel so used peter. out of all my previous boyfriends who treated me like shit, I never thought you would be one of them. in fact your worse. goodbye peter parker, have a nice fucking life.”

with that you stormed out of the room where you and peter first told each other how you felt. you walked out of the room where you shared your first kiss. you walked out of the room where you had your first date. you walked out of the room where you studied for tests. you walked out from the love of your life.

as soon as you closed peters front door, you couldn’t help but let all your tears fall causing you to collapse and bury your head in your knees.

little did you know, peter was crying in his room for hating himself. he hated that he said all those horrible words to you. but, he knew it had to be done as he would despise the amount of distance towards you both. he would rather you hate him and be protected, than love him and be in danger.

“I love you.” he whispered, to his empty room.

“I hate you.” you whispered, to the empty hallway.

three words, with two totally different meanings.

three words, which made both of your hearts break.

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a/n

sorry for not posting in agesss! I have some fics lined up but send any requests you have please ;))

[robinskey]

Movie Night (Peter Parker x Reader)

movie night fridays

they’re basically a requirement for dating peter parker

he always buys your favorite candies and snacks beforehand, so they’re waiting on the coffee table as soon as you get to his apartment

peter immediately tosses his keys on the side table and heads into the kitchen

you flop on the couch

he calls for you to pick whatever movie you like

even if it’s a terrible rom-com

bc he’s going to spend more time staring at you than the screen, anyway

you almost always end up watching one of the star wars movies, though

mostly bc you know they’re his favorite

and you love watching his face light up every time someone whips out a lightsaber

peter returns two minutes later with a GIANT bowl of golden, buttery popcorn, which he gives you to sample

the boy might not be a chef

but he makes some bomb microwave popcorn

he says the spidey senses let him know when it’s ready

so he never burns a kernel he collapses into the folds of the sofa beside you

the warm bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap

you hit play as his arm slinks around your shoulders

you nestle into his chest

sigh contentedly

you’re always exhausted from the school week, so half the time you’ll doze off in the middle of the movie

peter won’t notice for a while, until he yells something out about one of the characters

and you don’t respond

when he glances down and sees your eyelids closed in sleep

he instantly clamps his big mouth shut

and uses it to press a gentle kiss to your forehead

sometimes it wakes you up

sometimes it doesn’t

it doesn’t really matter to peter

he’s just happy to be in your company

[writinggolden]

Midnight Talks

prompt: Peter picks you up to have a sleepover at his house and some sweet things get said and done.

Warnings: lots of kissing, nerdy things, lots of cute fluff!

You and Peter have been dating for three months now. You were starting to feel like you loved him but you didn’t know for sure yet. You’re laying in your bed eating popcorn when Peter starts to call you, you smile. You pick up the phone and answer it. “Hi baby,” you giggle at the pet name. “Hey Petey,” you can hear him huff through the phone. “So i can’t find my favorite hoodie-“ you proceed to say nothing, “you’re wearing it, aren’t you,” you shyly laugh. “Maybeeeee,” he sighs and you just giggle.

“Well I’d kindly like it back bub,” you whine. “But it’s s’comfy and i miss you like hell”. “Well maybe you should just come over and have a sleepover, please” he asks you, a hint hope in his voice. “Of course bubby,” you agree and put on your shoes. “Okay I’ll be there in a quick swing darling,” you mutter a sweet bye and hang up. A minute later you hear you window slide open, and take a glance at it. Peter walks up to you and pulls off his mask. “Hi baby,” he kisses you on the lips softly. You hum at the warm feeling, you hadn’t seen him in a few days from missions.

“You ready?” you nod and grab onto him. He picks you up and you squeal, and you both fly through the crowded streets. You safely land on his fire escape and he helps you inside. You grin and lay down on his bed, as he taps his suit and it slides on his body. You spring back up and walk back over to him, placing a kiss on his chest. “I miss you so much,” your voice muffled against his skin. He places a warm kiss to your hairline, “I missed you too”.

He slips on a sweater and stays in his boxers. His hand intertwines with yours and pulls you to the living room. “What do you wanna watch my love?” he questions as he grips the remote. “Umm Y/f/m,” he nods and puts it on. You grin and snuggle into his warm chest. You breathe in his scent, man you missed him so bad. His thumb placed on your cheek starts to move back n forth. You sigh in contempt and look into his eyes. “You’re so gorgeous,” he exhales. Your cheeks tinted, you reply “thank you bubba,” and you lean up and leave a fond kiss on his cheek.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” you whisper shyly as you retract, his eyes never leaving yours. His smile widens, “Good because I think I’m falling in love with you too,” your cheeks redden and you place a kiss on his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer, “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers” m’soulmate”. You almost cried, Peter just called you his soulmate. You quickly sit onto his lap, Peters eyes widen at your action. You place your lips on his again and he kisses you back passionately.

Your hand slides through his hair, his hands on your hips. You kiss him once more and pull away, his pretty lips swollen. You giggle and wipe your thumb over them, he proceeds to pretend bite your finger. You snort and he lays back and opens his arms for you. You can’t help but beam and fall into his arms. Your legs become intertwined and his hands rub at your back. Your eyes slowly flutter shut and you’re met with darkness.

The door slowly opens and Aunt May creeps in. She sits down her purse and looks at the couch. You were laying on peters chest and the blankets were pulled all over, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. May chuckles and whips out her phone, taking a photo of the charming couple.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed this it was fun to write!!

[hufflepuffhollander]

by the light of a flame: a tom holland imagine

hello again! got a request to write a blurb-ish length bit where tom x reader are caught in a storm (just a platform for a shit ton of fluff)

this is another attempt at a one shot sans dialogue, all from tom’s point of view.

hope you love it!

no warnings here, just toothaching sweetness. (thank me later)

It was a rainy night.

Lightning bolts created a temporary daylight through the windows, thunder shook the walls. The power had gone out hours ago.

Tom lit the last flame of the arsenal of candles they’d splayed out across the coutertops, being careful to keep them away from the paintings she’d hung on the walls.

She walked into the den carrying a pile of blankets so high he could only see her eyebrows above it. She loved building blanket forts, he loved how much she loved something so innocent, so simple. It didn’t take much to keep her happy, and he did the absolute most to make sure she stayed that way. Never had he met anyone so enthralled with simplicity, full of raw, powerful emotion to share with the people she loved, only requiring a fraction of it back to be satiated.

He watched her hips sway side to side more so than usual, carrying the weight of the woven fleece. Her small frame continuing to carry her with grace, small curves and divots in her silhouette flowing smoothly with each stride. Step, after step, after step.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

He watched her like it was the first time he’d ever seen anyone move.

Arranging the blankets and couch cushions on the floor to her satisfaction, she walked over to him, taking his hands in hers, leading him to their safe haven amongst the candlelight. He pressed his fingers lightly into her soft palms, reveling in the warmth that they radiated up his arms, to his heart, through his whole body.

A pang of thunder made her shiver; his first instinct to hold her close until the reverb dissipated into the air. He sat down amongst the pillows, pulling her into his lap, perched up on one leg so he could see her face. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose ever so slightly into the hem of his shirt. He could smell the faint hint of shampoo in her hair, and it smelled like home.

Another clap of thunder, another strike of lightning slashed through the night. The rain teemed on their rooftop, the soft patter a soothing metronome to which he could feel her steady heartbeat with his hand wrapped around her side and onto her ribs. Drum, drum, drum.

So delicate. Be gentle.

She lifted her head up to meet his eyes right as the sky burst into another fleeting dazzle of yellow, and it highlighted the outline of her face, her jawbone, her cheek. By lightning or candlelight, she was lit up only for an instant, and he had to savor every millisecond that he could see her in full, taking in her soft features, loving the visible curvature of her smile. She always smiled at him like that; he couldn’t get enough.

They stayed this way, tucked under blankets and into each other, inhaling the mist in the air, exhaling soft words of affirmation. Quietly enough so the rain wouldn’t hear them, keeping them safe from the storm.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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&& that’s all she wrote! please let me know if you want to see more stuff like this! it’s my absolute favorite shit to write.

[cosmicdaya]

a bIG ASS APOLOGY !!!!

ok everybody, i think some of you might seen that i wasn’t active on tumblr for about 2 months, and I AM VERY VERY SORRY! school was being an ultimate bitch (i am not from a western country, so i didn’t have a summer break)

another bad news is, i have a very IMPORTANT official exam coming up and its on the 1st of october till the 4th of october. because of that, i will be going on an one month HIATUS. i will be back as soon as my EXAM ENDS.

currently, my ongoing series that is look-alike, love again (read it over here) will be on HIATUS for awhile.

i am now writing a story for a challenge and that will be my last work before my hiatus. it will be up by next week(i hope :\)

i am very very sorry guys!!!

tagging some mutuals to spread the word!!

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[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Plus Sized

(A/N): I LOVE PETER SO MUCH 

Request:Thank you for letting me doing a request! 💗 So... Could you do an imagine where Peter really likes this plus size girl. They are best friends and she knows about Peter's secret, but she's so insecure about herself that doesn't believe that Peter Parker the sweet genius boy she loves, loves her back? And then lots of fluff and kisses in the end ? Tysm for your time! 😊💗

Warnings: Insecurities

  "So (Y/N), I need help with my art class and I was wondering if-"

  "If I could literally do the entire project for you and then you'd promise to pay me back in full?" 

  "Uh- yeah," Peter chuckles, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. '"I promise I'll get the money soon (Y/N), I promise I really will-" 

  "Peter," You chuckle,  stopping at the bus stop as you waited for the school busses to come pick you up. "Its okay, you don't owe me anything, I love drawing and I love helping you keep that 4.0,"

   "You're the best (Y/N)," Peter gives you this mischievous smile, one you knew all too well, but before you could do anything Peter was hugging you tightly, your feet lifting off the ground as he did. 

  "Peter," You chuckle as you swat at his back aimlessly. "Peter you're gonna break my ribs," It wasn't entirely untrue, Peter was hugging you rather tightly but that wasn't the main reason. The main reason was Peter had a tendency to give you the 'completely wrap you up and grip you tightly' kind of hugs, which you had no problem with other than the fact that when he did so he often ended up squishing all sorts of undesirable fat.

   It was no secret that you weren't a size zero; You were a little on the chubbier side but you had accepted that long ago. You'd always been a bit of a chubby kid, but it became a problem when you reached high school and suddenly you found yourself in a school of stick skinny kids. Not only were the skinny but they were vicious too...More often than not you went home every day in tears, the words of some stupid teenager finally settling under your skin. Long story short you were bigger than most and you hated it. 

 "Bus is here," Peter pouts as he reluctantly let's you go, letting you adjust everything before boarding the overcrowded bus, luckily no one dared to sit by you so there was always an empty spot somewhere. "Left side, back row," Peter smiles at you, his lips twisting upwards in this cute, lopsided grin and goddamn you could melt there. 

  Peter had been your best friend since childhood, the two of you were as close as two human beings could be. Peter knew everything about you and you knew everything about Peter and that included his vigilante activities. In fact, it was always you he came to patch up at 3 in the morning, or take a warm bath, or even just eat ice cream and talk about his missions. 

  And while you loved the friendship the two of you had you wanted more. You didn't want to be Peter Parker's weird chubby friend, you wanted to be Peter Parker's girlfriend. You wanted to be able to hold his hand and kiss his lips, you wanted to tell him how much you loved him but there was no way in hell he'd ever love you back. He was a genius, not to mentions adorable and absolutely sweet and you were- you were bland, boring, not to mention incredibly ugly. There was no absolutely no way Peter would ever like you more than just friends, much less love you. 

  You sigh softly as you take the window seat, setting your head against the cold window. Peter takes his place next to you, already jabbering away on some topic. 

  "Is that a new shirt?" Peter asks as he eats some cookie he found god knows where. "It looks really good on you, compliments your figure..." You chuckle, nearly snorting in disbelief. 

  "I have no figure Peter, I'm just this mass of flesh-"

   "Shut your mouth, you do to have a figure,"

  "Of a marshmallow,"

  "No you don't," Peter turns to look at you, his eyes raking over your body. 

  His eyes made you feel vulnerable, naked even. You felt like you had to cover up, hide yourself from his gaze. Perhaps you were afraid that if he looked to closely he'd realize just how monstrous you were. 

  "You've got this hourglass shape going on," Peter smiles at you awkwardly, the same smile he uses when he tries to talk to people he doesn't know or when he was nervous. "And its really pretty," 

  "So...do you just stare at my body all day trying to decide what body shape I have?" It was meant as a lighthearted joke but one look at Peters face made the entire situation unfunny.

   "Yeah, yeah I do," There was a slight blush to his cheeks but he kept his rather stoic expression up, his inquisitive gaze locked upon yours.  You gulp a bit, your mouth running dry at his statement.

   "W-wh-" 

  "Because you're really beautiful (Y/N) to the point I can't keep my eyes off you,"

   "Are you- are you being serious right now?" 

  "Dead serious," Peter nods, and although his expression was still stoic his voice gave away his true emotions. "You're beautiful (Y/N) and smart and hilarious and artistic-" Peter sighs, his eyes holding a dreamy sort of look to them. "And you're a really great person, okay?" 

  "Peter-"

   "I swear to god (Y/N) if your argue one more time I'm going to prove your ass wrong-" 

  "How the hell are you going to-" You don't even finish your sentence before Peter suddenly surges forward, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips pressed to yours. 

  No...there was no way this was real, there was no way Peter Parker; boy genius and cutest kid alive, was kissing you. This had to be a dream, you knew it, you knew it but even after telling yourself that you felt as thought it were too real to be a dream. Peters lips felt so soft, so real, and the feeling of his hands on your skin was burning you, making it impossible for this to be a dream. Peter Parker was actually kissing you. It was soft and sweet and it left you wanting more, as though you were craving the touch of his lips. 

  Eventually, much to your dismay, Peter pulls away, leaving his lips still lingering against yours. 

  "Just like that,"

[modernstoner]

Here comes the sun| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? Anyway, I got asked if I take request, yes give me ideas people! 

Summary: Peter goes to an old record shop where he meets you.

Warning: none expect it’s really cringe (this is very lazily written lmao)

Word count: 983

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Peter has found out Michelle likes the Beatles. He knew about the band but never actually listened to it. So, to impress her, he decides to to go this local record shop.

It was kinda far away. He had to take the bus and not the train. When he arrived, it was pretty noticeable that the shop was old. There were few shop around it like small Cafe’s and Flower shop.

He never knew Queen’s had such an adorable small town. 

It was Autumn, orange and yellow leafs were falling of the tree. It was bit of a windy day so he wore a cosy scarf and a dark green brown-ish jacket.

His red backpack was hanging by his shoulder as he gripped tightly.

He opened the door, ringing the tiny bell that was hanged in the entrance. The shop had few people inside, not a lot.

“Hello, welcome to Ralph’s record shop, how may I help you?” A voice called out Peter. 

He glanced at the person who said it, accidentally locking eyes with her. It was the cashier, her warm (e/c) looking at him, smiling at him.

“T-The bug, n-no, I meant the Beatles.” He nervously stuttered out making you snort in response.

“Oh, yes, my favourite bug band.” You teased him as he blushed in embarrassment. “Alrighty, follow me.” You motioned him to follow you.

He obeyed, walking towards you, looking around the somewhat aesthetically decorated shop.

“What kind of Beatles song you are looking for?” You asked him.

Now, what does he say? He literally doesn’t know any Beatles song and he does not want to embarrass himself again to this pretty girl that was standing beside him.

“T-The classic.” He replied and started to mentally slap himself.

“The classic?”

“Yes.”

There was no going back.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Can you give me an example?”

Peter thought, suddenly, he remember the time where Michelle was humming one of songs.

“The one that go; Hm-hmm-hmm-hm-do-do-do-dooo.” He hummed out the song as you cracked into a smile.

“You mean, Here comes the sun?” You questioned, going through the Beatles section.

“Y-Yes.” He answers, straight away.

“Now, tell me this, stranger. Have you ever listened to the Beatles?” You asked him and Peter doubted if he should tell you the truth or not.

Besides, why did he lie in the first place?

“Sadly, no, actually. A girl I like is coming to my house on Wednesday for a school project and she really likes the Beatles and if she sees that I have some few Beatles records in my house—”

You interrupted him, laughing as you cleaned the fake tears coming out of your eye, leaving poor Peter confused.

“I’m sorry.” You were still laughing. “It’s just that—why didn’t you just told me the truth?”

“I don’t know. I sometimes tend to get extremely nervous while talking to pretty girls-” Peter quickly shut his mouth when he said that, watching you as your eyes widened in surprised.

“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know w-what got into me. Oh my god.” Peter stuttered out making you laugh even more.

You found him very dorkishly adorable. If that’s a word.

“No. No. No. No. No. No need to apologise for telling facts.” You started to calm your laughter down. “I do actually find myself pretty.”

“You are.”

“Thanks.”

Then there was silence. Not an awkward one, a comfortable one. Peter just admired you as you went through the record to find the song.

“A-ha! Found the song. Anything else, hm?” You handed him the song. 

Peter grabbed it and noticed how dusty it was so he started to blow the dust away not realising what a dumb move it was.

You coughed when the dust hit your face and Peter immediately stopped blowing. 

“Oh my god! I’m so so so so so sorry. Oh my god, why am I like this?” He started to panic while you placed your hands on his shoulder, you were still coughing.

He blushed a little at the contact.

“No. Don’t worry. It’s my fault. I should have cleaned it.” You cleaned your face with your sleeve.

“No, it’s not your fault. Uh- as a apology, I would like to get you a coffee, what do you say?” Peter had no idea where this sudden confidence came from.

“Hmm. I do fancy some cup of coffee. How about the one down in the corner?” You suggested.

“Sure, why not.”

“Wonderful, let me get my coat. Oh wait- you have to pay.” You said, walking to the counter.

“Oh, right, sorry.” Peter smiled and gets his wallet out to pay.

“That’s going to be 15$ since your paying for my coffee I'm giving you a discount .” You added and Peter gave 20.

After Peter payed he walked with you to the coffee shop, joking and laughing with you. He felt more comfortable around you now. The wind blowing your face making few pieces of hair get into your face.

He loved how gorgeous you looked.

“-and I was like dude what are you doing? Then he guy was like- is something wrong?” You saw how Pete was staring at your face.

“No, it’s just that you’re really pretty.” He blurted out.

You slightly blushed a little. “You keep saying that.”

“Cuz I’m speaking facts.”

Following days and months Peter went to the shop regularly. Not to buy record, just to see and talk to you. Soon enough, you gave him your number and you two started to text daily. 

One day, he had the courage to ask you on a date and you agreed. That day was probably the most stressful day he had. Trying on Uncle Ben’s nice clothes, giving Aunt May a free fashion show.

Now, Peter Benjamin Parker is proudly dating the one and only (Y/n) (L/n) and he couldn’t be happier to call you his.

~*~

[bbparker]

Echo Pt. 2 (Peter Parker)

Summary: (Y/N) is a mutant with the ability to create sounds to manipulate the matter around her as well as use it to create echoes for locating people and learning her surroundings without even having to open her eyes. She has no friends as she wanted to keep her distance due to her vigilante lifestyle but also to keep herself safe. That is until she continuously had run ins with the Spider’s real life self- Peter. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long! BTW There’s a clue in here about a future fanfiction which might interact with Echo, I wonder who can spot it?

 Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh hypnosis? like idk aha

I highly recommend you read Part 1 of this.

// Masterlist //

“Bye!” (Y/n) waves to Peter and Ned as they walk down the hall towards the elevator. Closing the door, she comes face to face with her father. “They seemed nice…”

(Y/n)’s relationship with her father wasn’t strained, Bruce is just a bit of an awkward being. “Yeah… Uhm I’m just going to go to bed now.” Bruce twiddled with his thumbs, “yeah…yeah of course. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight dad. Love you.” Walking down the hall, Bruce smiled softly after his daughter.

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The next day Peter stood by his locker with Ned, both waiting for the bell to ring. What they weren’t expecting was certain Flash Thomson to approach them. “Alright there, Penis Parker?” Peter blushed and managed out a light “s-shut up!”

“I’m sorry, Parker, I couldn’t hear it over you being a loser.” Peter looked down. Pushing down the urge to take physical action. “N-nothing…”

“That’s right.” Getting closer to Peter’s face with a sneer, Flash raised a hand as if to hit Peter and of course he naturally flinched. Flash burst into laughter, right in Peters' face, along with the surrounding people at his flinch.  People seemed to start chanting for a fight, something Peter, although he could win, wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Flash!”

The voice seemed to halt Flash in his laughter, face paling. It seemed a lot of people had stopped to clear the way for the normally friendly girl. “What do you think you’re doing?” Flash’s flirty smirk made an appearance as he slightly stepped closer to (y/n), “Just messing around with the dork, you know the deal (y/n).” Standing to her full height, (y/n)’s face seemed to take on a glare that caused Flash’s face to pale more than it had originally.

Trying to seem brave in front of all his classmates, Flash attempted to widen his smirk but with (y/n) standing in a defensive way and her frightful glare looking down upon him, it was almost impossible not to recoil. Turning to the crowd that had gathered, “Leave! Off to class now, nothing to see!” Peter had never seen people move so fast to get to class. He stood shell shocked with Ned, still against the lockers where Flash had backed him into it. Flash felt like he was frozen, her tone taking a venomous one as she turned to him. (Y/n) knew what she was doing, using her mutation to her advantage. The weakened teenage minds couldn’t possibly deny her request. 

 Leaning into the frozen Flash, adjusting her voice to cause slight hallucinations within his head. Peter and Ned watched as she leaned in closer to his face, him suddenly cowering in fear.

 Leaning in (y/n) began, “Listen to my voice and understand me clearly. Talk, touch or even come within the vicinity of Peter again without a good intention, I’ll make sure you live out your worst nightmares.” Flash went to almost mocking her until little beasts popped within his vision, the room darkening and wind whipping around him as if there was a storm inside the school. (Y/n)’s eyes seemed to turn wholly black, her devilish smile turned to fangs and her voice turned demonic. “…And believe me, Flash Thompson… I know… all of your worst fears.”

Letting out a little cry, he covered his face in fright. The noises of the monsters and painful whipping of wind disappeared and Flash uncovered his eyes to find (y/n) staring at him curiously. “Flash, what happened? Whatever, just don’t go picking on Parker again, okay?”

Confused, he glanced around noticing that anyone around was looking at him weirdly. He instantly bolted, leaving behind two confused and a smug teen. Smiling at Flash’ retreating back before switching to a confused one before facing Peter and Ned. To the outside world, (y/n) had just asked him what he thought he was doing to Peter before he let out a sob and ran off.

“Wonder what’s up with him?” She let out a short laugh approaching the boys. The boys shook their head, dumbfounded. “Dude, if I knew Flash Thomason was afraid of you, I would have sat with you a long time ago. “ Ned laughed, (Y/n) joining in shortly. “Are you guys up for studying today? After school?” Peter seemed to snap out of whatever haze he was in, “Uh no sorry (y/n) I got… uh, the Stark Internship! Yeah hats it.” “I have to babysit tonight, sorry (y/n).”

Raising an eyebrow, she mumbled, “okay, that fine. Maybe another time?” She smiled before leaving for class. “Stop staring, you dork.” Ned laughed. Peter blushed and scratched the back of his neck, walking away to his next class. “I wasn’t staring!” “Okay, how about, admiring?” “Ned!”

———

When the day finally ended, (y/n) practically ran home, completely ignoring the choice to take the train. Arriving home and realising nobody was around, she ran to her room and instantly pulled out her suit.  The suit she had was rough and not as advanced as most vigilantes.  It consisted of a navy blue tight short sleeved shirt with silver highlights and navy tracksuit pants. Naturally, none of her super family had any idea of her powers nor her night activities. Even Bruce had no clue of his daughter’s mutations; knowing meant she couldn't do this job anymore and he would probably pull her out of school. Saying it’s ‘safety’, Tony Stark had done the same with his daughter, after finding out about her metal manipulation ability, when she was (y/n)’s age.

Pulling the shifty suit as well as the zip up the back, she climbs out the window. Putting on her mask, that covered her forehead to her cheekbones, she shut the window behind her. (Y/n) begins to scale the ladder to her roof top. Looking down at the 14-story drop, she takes a breath in before...she leaps.

The wind in her hair and the drop in her stomach only raised her heartbeat. A shrill laugh leaving her lips as she opens her arms at the last second and she glides upwards to a building top down the street. It had definitely been a good idea to add the gliders on her 'suit'- Tony would have been proud, as well as Sam seeing as (y/n) took the material idea from his wings.

Hands on hips, (y/n) looks over her district.

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All night (y/n) had been around stopping petty crimes but nothing major (much to her disappoint). Gliding down to what she would believe her last crime, before she called it a night, (y/n) ran straight into something hard in mid air. An audible 'oof' was let out of two parties.

Hitting the ground with a groan, (y/n) looks up to find something red and blue dangling above her on what seemed to be a... web? The thing looked down at her, eyeglasses opened wide.

"I'm gliding here man, what the hell?" (Y/n) holds her head. The assailant behind the two supers hears them and begins to run away. "Give me a second spunky." The thing swings after the criminal and not two minutes later, he was hanging on the building; a note taped to his chest, knocked out cold.

The red and blue man swung and landed, once again, in front of (y/n). "Now, who're you?" Offering a gloved hand out toward her, (y/n) taking it up. "Don't you think I should ask you that?"

"Well, I'm- I’m Spider-man." The voice was not that of a man, (y/n) realised. "Oh, you're that guy. Name's Echo." She said plainly, dusting herself off.

"What?"

"That’s my name... Echo." Rubbing the back of his neck, head down he notices a stretchy, carbon fiber-like material under your arms. Reaching out he lifted your arm and grabbed the material.

"Is this carbon fiber? Wow! Can you fly?!" Snatching her arm out of Spider-man's hand, (y/n) huffed out a laugh. "Yes, it is and no I can't. I can glide through."

"That's awesome dude!" She laughed lightly. "I... uh like your suit, spider logo and all..." Echo attempts at a compliment.

"Thanks!"

"Hmm. Well, I'm going that way, so please don't let me run into you again, Spider-baby." "We're, like, the same age!"

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When (y/n) arrived home, the house was silent. Stripping herself of her home-made costume, (y/n) settles for a shower to wash any remaining dirt/blood/grime. Thinking about the guy in red and blue. She thought she’d heard Tony saying something about spiders. She’d have to ask next time she saw him. She’d been Echo for about six months and has never run into this Spider-dude, why now?

Dismissing her thoughts, she exits the shower and manages to settle down into bed, falling asleep quickly from exhaustion. (Y/n) was not ready for what was to come in the future, but who really ever is?

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[yukanda-tsuyoi]

Blessing & Curse [Peter Parker x Reader] (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/fKinB00dIG

Y/n has superpowers that had been used badly. While trying to get back the control over her powers she meets the famous Spider-Man that she hated or at least that’s what they trained her to think.

[modernstoner]

Train| P.Parker

Summary: Kissing and holding hands with Peter while being on the train. Warning: Fluff, poorly written :( Word count: 478

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Peter and you have been dating for few month now. And it’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Peter is a sweetheart, we all know that.

He would always give you kiss on the cheek before you go to class, holding hands when he walks you to your next class. 

“It’s snowing.” You said, eyes glowing with excitement while Peter fixed your scarf that was around your neck.

School was over for the day, students running out of the building. You and Peter stood beside the school gate, talking.

“Hmm.” Peter only hummed in response. When he was done fixing your scarf, he looked at you with such admiration and love, it made you blush.

“Stop looking at me, you weirdo.” You smiled, hiding your face with your hand.

Peter shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“You always say that.” You rolled your eyes, placing your hand on your cheek  due to the cold weather in Queens.

“Because it’s true.” He beamed and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. “A kiss on the cheek? Come one, (Y/n) you can do better than that.” He said, you knew what he meant by that.

You giggled and kissed him. He immediately you kissed you back, interlacing his hands with yours, swinging and twirling.

“Get a room, Parker!” Flash shouted while passing us with his expensive car, or his dad’s expensive car.

You two peacefully ignored him, being used to all the teasing and bullying he does.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” He kissed your temple.

“You don’t h— “

“Shh. That’s what a good boyfriend does.” He smiled before holding your hand and started walking.

~*~

The train was very crowded with all different people. Peter grabbed the train pole as you stand beside him.

You decided to put your hand in his pocket where his hand was located. You leaned in, close to Peter's ears. “Do you wanna spend the night?” You whispered to his ear, not wanting stranger hear.

“A-At your place?” He whispered back.

“Yeah.”

“Would your dad be okay with this? He questioned as you gripped tightly on his hand.

“Dad likes you, don’t worry.” You giggled.

 Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin.

He closed his eyes. Your kisses was like a drug to him, he could never say no to them. You are just so dang addicting.

His lips were chapped but you didn’t care.

“People—are looking—(Y/n).” Peter said between the kiss.

“Let them.” You breathed, giving him a last good kiss making him whine at the lost of contact of your lips.

You chuckled. “You’ll get plenty more when you spend the night.” You teased him as his face turned red.

“I hope so.”

[peterspideyy]

fall

peter parker x reader

summary- you have a pretty bad fall in school, but your scared to tell peter as you know how stressed he is with balancing school and spiderman, but he soon finds out

warnings- fluff, may be some swearing

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you don’t know how you injured your arm. the only reason you could think of was when you fell in school as you were carrying books and folders, causing you to basically fall over thin air. luckily no one was around, except mj but you didn’t mind.

you must have took a pretty nice trip (sarcasm ofc), as you can’t help but wince in pain whenever you move it or try and pick anything up with your left arm. you want to go to the doctors, but you wanted to see if it got any better on it’s on.

it’s been a couple of weeks since your fall, and it’s gotten worse.

the problem is, you haven’t told your boyfriend peter.

peter is the best and the most adorable boyfriend you could ever wish for, he would literally give you the world if he could. but, he is a bit over protective, for god sake he is spiderman after all! but you know how stressed out he has been lately with fighting bad guys and school work, so you didn’t want him to focus on you when he had other important stuff. peter would probably disagree, and think your more important than any of that.

you knew peter would find out one day, but you hoped that he would find out once it was healing by it self. oh how wrong were you.

peter invited you and ned to come to his house just to chill, watch movies, build lego and maybe help him with spidey stuff, so of course you all agreed to meet after school.

“hey love.” peter smiled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before saying hi to ned who teased you both saying he wanted a kiss too, making you and peter roll your eyes and laugh.

“I thought you could help me with my spiderman stuff if that’s alright, it’s just some things I need checking. then afterwards we could watch some movies.” peter smiled at you both, before inviting you into his room.

“yeah that’s fine pete.” you replied, ruffling his hair before following after him.

“hey, peter can I try on your mask again.” ned questioned, but soon squealing with excitement once peter threw the mask to him.

“y/n babe, could you get me that box please. it’s the one which says web fluid on.”

“yep.”

your smile once dropped as you noticed how big it was. you would need two arms for this. peter was definitely going to find out. you tried to mentally figure out if there was a way to hold the box with one arm, but you didn’t want to drop it so you just prepared yourself for a massive wave of pain. you picked the box up, immediately wincing as you walked over to peter, trying to hide how much it was hurting you in your face features. but, peter saw you trying to hide this and instantly grew anxious and confused.

“why are you in pain?” peter asked, making ned look at you and then peter and then you again.

oh god, might as well tell him.

“I fell, in school and I landed on my left arm. it’s fine though, it wil-“

“you fell?!”

“yes.”

“how long ago?”

“a week?”

“A WEEK!”

“maybe even 2 weeks?”

“2 WEEKS?” peter screeched, you knew his protective mode was coming in causing ned to look at him anxiously. you couldn’t actually see ned’s face through the mask, but you knew him too well to know what face he was pulling.

“have you been to the doctors?” ned asked, causing peter to look at you waiting for you to answer.

“no.”

“oh my god,” peter sighed, rubbing his hands through this chocolate curls, trying to calm himself down, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I didn’t want to make you more stressed than you already are, I’m sorry love.”

“oh darling, please tell me next time you get hurt, you know I will always help you. you don’t need to worry about me getting more stressed, I only stress if your not okay. I just want you to be okay.” he placed his two arms on your shoulders gently and smiled, making you blush.

“thanks pete.”

you lean forward, hoping to meet his lips but he pulled away, making you frown.

“no more kisses until you go to the doctors, infact we will go now!” peter grabbed your right arm pulling you out of his room towards the front door.

“ugh okay, it will be fine though.” you whined, but peter ignored you telling ned they won’t be long.

—————

“your arm is pretty bad, you have bruised your muscles and you have a sprain, why didn’t you come sooner?” the doctor questioned, making peters eyes go wide and look at you.

“didn’t want to scare my boyfriend here!” you laughed, but peter didn’t.

“okay, I’ll give you soon pain meds and a bandage and after a few weeks it should be better. come back in five weeks for a checkup.” the doctor gave you slip, before saying bye to the couple.

“it will be fine,” peter mimicked your previous words, ”I can’t believe you babe.”

“I’m sorry love, I promise from now on I will tell you if I injure myself. can I have a kiss now? I have been to the doctors after all!” you smiled, giving him your best puppy eyes making him sigh smiling slightly. he was so in love with you and he couldn’t believe you where his.

“m’kay.’

leaning down to meet your soft lips, you couldn’t understand why you didn’t tell him sooner. but, you were happy he knew and so was he.

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a/n

I’m thinking I might start a series based of far from home, what do you all think? leave any requests below x

[robinskey]

A Premature Proposal (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: This is the first bit of writing I’ve shared online in a long time. It’s a scene I imagined happening between a Stark! character and everyone’s favorite boi, Peter Parker. I just tweaked it to a “x reader” format because I know that’s the type of fanfic I enjoy reading. Hope you like it! Feel free to reblog. ☺️

“If I asked you to marry me right here, right now, what would you say?”

It was a Friday night in New York City. After a long week of Physics tests and English essays, Peter had invited you over for a relaxed date night. You figured you would just stay inside and watch movies, but when you arrived at his apartment, you discovered he had other plans. He grabbed your hand and drug you up six flights of stairs, finally ending up on the roof of his apartment building. He laid a thick blanket down on the cool concrete and pulled you down beside him. Above your heads, a smattering of stars sparkled against the backdrop of a black velvet sky. 

That was the setting when your boyfriend randomly proposed to you out of the blue.

“I’d say you’ve finally completely lost it,” you said. “Honestly, Peter, what kind of question is that?”

Peter’s cheeks turned dark crimson, and he felt suddenly grateful for the cloak of night. 

“Well, not now, obviously. But maybe five, ten years.”

You rolled onto your side and propped your head up on your hand. Peter’s gaze remained concentrated on the sky. He never made eye contact when he was embarrassed.

“Babe, I can’t even visualize next semester. I have a sinking feeling I won’t survive midterms this year,” you said, trying (and failing) to make him laugh. You paused before adding, “Besides, why would you want to commit to spending the rest of your life with me for company?”

Peter’s head finally turned towards you.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend my life with the most amazing person I’ve ever met?”

Coming from anyone else, you would have dismissed it as an inauthentic and terribly cheesy comment. But from Peter, it meant the world. 

“My dad would kill you, you know, if he heard half the things you say to me,” you said with a sigh. “You’re lucky I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath caught. Had he heard you right? Surely not. You wouldn’t have- couldn’t have-said...that.

“You...you love me?” he stammered.

“Well...yeah,” you said sheepishly. Then, a wave of realization washed over you, and you suddenly shot upright. “Wait a second. You’re the one who practically just proposed. Why on earth would you ask that if you didn’t think I loved you?”

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled. Once again, he broke eye contact, just as the blush crept back onto his face. Peter’s thigh bumped against yours as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He wrapped his lanky arms around his knees and hugged them to his chest, resting his head on his kneecaps.

“You don’t know? Really? Peter, you’ve never gotten anything less than an ‘A��� in your life.”

“I got an A minus in Chemistry last year,” he piped up.

“That’s not my point,” you said. “My point is that you know, like, everything. You’re like Steve Jobs-but instead of a turtleneck, you have a spidey suit.”

You leaned over to bump your shoulder against his. Finally, a smirk tugged at the corner of Peter’s lip.

“You do believe me, though, right? That I love you?”

“Of course I believe you. I trust you more than anyone-well, except Aunt May, of course. Please don’t tell her I said that.” 

“I would never. I’m pretty sure she’s still mad about the time you said I was the more trustworthy Monopoly banker,” you teased.

“Nah, she’s not. She loves you.” He paused, eyes swimming with more panic than they had when he rolled an eight that family game night, landing on May’s Boardwalk property. That little “L” word caught in his throat like a wad of peanut butter. 

You placed your soft, tiny hand over his large, calloused one.

“Pete, if you’re not ready-”

“But I am. I am ready,” he said, intertwining your fingers. “I love you.”

A deep breath escaped your lungs, one you had no recollection of holding. You leaned into Peter, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You broke away to tell him what you knew he needed to hear, even if you’d said it already:

“I love you, too.” 

Your head came to rest on his shoulder, and he looped an arm around your waist. Together, you and Peter gazed up at the sparkling stars in comfortable silence.

“Peter?” you asked finally.

“Hm?”

“About that question you asked me earlier. I never really answered it.”

The muscles in his arm tensed up, and he twitched with nervous energy, but you stayed cuddled up next to him.

“Just-just forget about that, Y/N. You’re right, we’re just kids, and it was stupid-”

“No, it wasn’t. It was just a little premature. Ask me again in five, ten years,” you said. Nuzzling into his neck, you could literally feel the heat rising to his face. “I think you’ll like the answer.”

[robinskey]

do u ever just wanna, like, drown in fanfic? life is hard. just give me some fluff and i’ll be one (1) happy gorl.