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electrosspidey · 2 years

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PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader(could be gn!reader too I didn’t rly specify pronouns)

WARNINGS: peter being a lil douchy in the beginning, lil angst, unedited

WORD COUNT: 643 words

A/N: sooo hello again :) I haven’t written in a hot minute so this may suck lmao. also this was inspired by a prompt from this list!! anyway as always lmk if u have any feedback or requests :D that’s all!

GOING OUT ON PATROL and looking for crime was something very normal for Peter. He had been doing it since he was 15 and would most likely be doing it for a very long time. So it was safe to say it could get a little boring sometime. Peter would stop and sit on a random rooftop, sometimes preferring to look for crime from his bird's eye view rather than swinging throughout the city.

He was currently doing this, scanning the city for any trouble when he saw something that caught his eye. A slumped figure was slowly trudging down the sidewalk just below him. But that wasn’t what caught his eye. The lackluster hair? The terribly styled clothes? The overall foul aura? It had to be you.

Peter snickered diabolically and swung himself down to your level. He landed behind you and cockily straightened his posture.

A slightly evil grin overtook Peter’s face as ur snarled, “Y’know my sense we’re going really crazy and thought somethin’ terrible was going down here.” He then sighed dramatically. “Turns out it was just you.”

An awkward pause filled the air as Peter waited for your response. His grin faltered slightly. You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly before spinning around to face Peter.

“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! I was wrong-“

“I’m sorry, why is that surprising to you?”

“After everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, some how more could go wrong! You just had to show up! Y’just had to come and put the icing on the cake didn’t you?”

Peter’s expression soured into one of pure offense. “We’ll you’re grouchier than usual. What happened, your flying broomstick finally broke?”

“I know you’re obsessed with me or something but can you just leave me alone this one time?” You asked, your voice grating and filled with pure rage.

Peter ignored your comment. “Wait, something’s not right.” He gave you a quick once over. “Oh wow. You actually look kinda decent today. Well except for your makeup. It’s kinda smudged around your eyes. Like over here and here-“ he begins to motion with his hands.

“Yes I know that Peter!” You all but shout back at him.

The nice dress, the smudged makeup, your worse than usual mood suddenly connect the dots for him.

“Oh my god, you were stood up weren’t you. Were you stood up for a date?”

You groaned once again and harshly rubbed your face with your hands. Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes as the humiliation you were feeling began creeping back up like bile in your throat.

“Yes I was stood up,” you mutter lowly, sniffling. “Go ahead, make fun of me. I know you’re going to.”

Peter’s mouth opened as he was about to say something truly insulting, but he stopped. He took in the sight of you. You looked like a kicked puppy, with your mascara and eyeliner smudged and your glossy tear filled eyes. You nervously picked at your nails as you awaited his taunts, already feeling embarrassed enough.

Something in Peter’s heart softened. He let out a deep sigh. “Y’know I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless.

Your eyes flickered up to look at his face, holding much surprise in them. Peter grinned even though you couldn’t see it through the mask. “I know we have this whole thing going but I know getting stood up sucks.”

“What? Don’t look so astonished.” He admonished, putting his hand on his hips. I am your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after all. It’s kinda my job to help damsels in distress,” he lilted, bowing slightly.

Surprising yourself and him, you let out a loud laugh at his theatrics.

A wide smile enveloped Peter’s face as he held our hand for you to take. “C’mon lemme take you home.”

Hope you enjoyed!

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kaylasficrecs · 8 months

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peter parker recs - part 2

shy frat!peter | au, imagine, fluff | @webslingingslasher

baby me | tasm, drabble, fluff | @p3terparker

twenty-bucks | imagine, flangst | @deathbyathousandspiders

likes having you close | imagine, fluff | @sacharinee

hospital heart monitor | imagine, fluff (bit of angst) | @parkerpeter24

no need to hide it | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @spider-man-199999

best friends couch cuddles | two shot, fluff | @deathbyathousandspiders

stacked against you | tasm, imagine, fluff | @delicate-dorothea

meeting at the grave | imagine, flangst (more angst) | @electrosspidey

apologies | imagine, flangst | @bruh--wtf

hurt | one shot, flangst | @just-jordie-things

so cold | one shot, flangst | @just-jordie-things

i'll keep your brittle heart warm | au, imagine, fluff | @darling-im-wonderstruck

open arms | tasm, drabble, fluff | @delicate-dorothea

only you | imagine, flangst | @ivyquill

you're a very good kisser | drabble, fluff | @ddejavvu

reader thinks she's ugly | imagine, flangst | @selfcarecap

just so you know | imagine, fluff | @literaila

eventually | imagine, angst | @peterthepark

chilly | imagine, fluff | @presleyanswrites

2:54 am | tasm, one shot, soft flangst | @likedovesinthewindd

where'd you get your medical degree | tasm, imagine, fluff | @literaila

soothing | insomniac, drabble, comfort flangst | @multi-fandom-imagine

i'll be right there, sweetheart | tasm, imagine, flangst | @urrockstar-xe

mastermind | imagine, fluff | @moonstruckme

the mechanics of a soul | imagine, fluff | @irndad

two normal arms | one shot, fluff | @waitimcomingtoo

angel unaware | one shot, trifecta (fluff/smut/angst) | @silkscream

making out for hours | drabble, fluff | @ptergwen

physics and english teacher love affair | insomniac, imagine, fluff | @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

azalea | two shot, flangst | @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

spidey senses | one shot, flangst | @forever-rogue

not so innocent | imagine, fluff | @spider-quackson

far from home, far from you | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @neverlandparker

your kiss, my check | au, imagine, flangst | @hollandweather

shy shy shy | tasm, imagine, fluff | @biblio-smia

identity crisis | one shot, fluff | @heliads

kissing reader any chance he gets | tasm, drabble, fluff | @madwcman

just hold me | drabble, flangst (comfort!) | @oneawkwardwriter

snap | imagine, flangst | @tomholland1996simp

it's supposed to be fun, turning 21 | imagine, flangst | @loverwebs

only you | imagine, flangst | @devotion

i can see you | one shot, fluff | @waitimcomingtoo

peter thinks he's slick | imagine, fluff | @weird-is-life

night in | imagine, fluff | @blissfulparker

come home | tasm, imagine, flangst (more angst) | @dameronology

worth it | drabble, fluff | @miley1442111

come in with the rain | one shot, flangst | @pasukiyo

be here for her | au, imagine, angst (comfort!) | @lovelettersforthedamned (tw)

promise | imagine, flangst | @shayyprasad (tw)

#peter parker x reader #mcu #masterlist #fic recs #tasm!peter

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electrosspidey · 2 years

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𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: tired and unable to fall asleep, Peter asks you to read to him.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just fluff :)

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.3k

𝗔/𝗡: this is actually a one shot I posted on my wattpad a while ago! I just really liked it so I thought I would post it here too! :)

𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 and yawned sleepily, smushing his face further into your neck. You tilted your neck slightly to face him and ran a hand through his soft, fluffy brown curls. He hummed at your touch.

" 'M sleepy," Peter mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"Yeah? Wanna go to bed?" you asked quietly. Peter nodding slowly in response. You lightly pushed his head off your shoulder, earning a small whine from him, and closed your book. You took his hand in yours to pull him up.Peter grunted slightly but didn't budge, making you let out a sigh.

"Bub, I can't carry you, I don't have super strength like you," you whispered.

Snuggling more into the couch, Peter looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "Then I'll just sleep on the couch. Don't feeling like moving."

You sighed at his sleepy stubbornness, "You won't be comfy here, Peter."

"Yeah, I will," he mumbled back groggily.

"No, you won't."

"Yes I will," he argued back, his eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head, you caved and helped him get comfy on the couch. You pecked his forehead, letting your kiss linger a bit. You straightened back up and ran your hand through Peter's hair once more before picking up your book and leaving to your room.

Peter had just begun to close his eyes, when he saw you leaving him. Surprised, Peter sat up slightly and called out to you, "Y/N, where are you going?"

"To my room. Just because you don't feel like getting up doesn't mean I do. I will be comfortable, lying on my bed," you informed the sleepy brown haired boy.

Peter groaned loudly, "You really suck." You simply flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back around.

"I'll be in my room," you teased in a sing-song voice. Peter rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped his face into the throw pillow he was using.

—

Tossing and turning, Peter groaned in irritation and raked his hands harshly through his hair. He just couldn't sleep. All the sleep that had weighed so heavily on his eyes before seemed to fade away as soon as he tried to sleep on the couch. He was extremely frustrated since one: he really wanted to sleep and two: he absolutely hated it when you were right.

Letting out a loud huff, Peter grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him look like a fluffy burrito. He messed up his hair slightly and put on the most pitiful pout he could muster, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist his adorable face. Having a baby face does have its perks.

He padded over to your door and opened it. You were wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, you eyes skimming over the lines of the book you were reading, Pride and Prejudice.

Your eyes flickered up to see a pouty Peter, all wrapped up in a blanket, just begging to be cuddled. A small smirk grew on your face a he trudged over to your bed and face planted.

"You couldn't sleep, could you?" you asked smugly.

Muffled by the bed, Peter grumbled, "Shut up."

He lifted his face up, resting his face on the bed to look up at you. You observed his face, his hair was all messy, his pink lips were stuck out in a cute pout, and his cheeks were slightly pink, since he was slightly embarrassed about being wrong. In other words, he looked positively adorable.

Sighing, you decided to take pity on Peter. You ruffled his hair slightly before patting the space next to you, which Peter happily scrambled up to fill. You rested up against the headboard with Peter laying beside you, his head resting on your thigh. You pulled up your blanket around him and carded your fingers through his curls. With one hand, you picked up your book and opened back to the page you were at to begin reading again. Peter nuzzled his face into your thigh and closed his eyes to let sleep take him away.

A few minutes passed, but Peter was still no where near falling asleep. He opened his eyes again, frustration written all over his face. He let out a small huff, hoping you would notice, but you were too absorbed in your book. He huffed a lit louder and wrapped his arms around the leg he was resting on. He turned his head up slightly to see if you noticed now, but still nothing.

Fine, I'll do it myself, Peter thought.

"Y/N?" he called out softly, poking your leg for extra measure. You hummed, looking down to giving him a small smile.

"What happened, bubba?"

" 'M sleepy, but I still can't sleep," he grumbled into your thigh. You frowned in sympathy. It was quiet for a few moments, before Peter broke the silence.

"Can...can you read to me please?" Peter asked timidly. Peter's face was smushed up against your thigh and his eyes were slightly glassy due to his fatigue. You simply couldn't say no, and it wasn't like you were going to anyway.

"Of course, Pete," you murmured. Peter voiced his thanks, which were slightly slurred since he was so tired.

You cleared you throat quietly and picked off where you stopped reading. It was when Mr. Bingley proposed to Jane. Your soft voice filled the silent room, soothing Peter. He smiled slightly as he heard reading since he knew that this was one of your favorite parts. Although the novel was more focused on Elizabeth, you still admired Jane's quiet and dignified nature, much like yourself, you liked to think.

Peter focused on your soft voice while he drew small hearts into your leg with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt you massaging his scalp and playing with his curly tendrils in one hand. He pulled the blanket slightly over his face, so it was right under his nose. Your quiet but soothing reading, the warmth he felt, both in his heart and his body, and your continuous massage of his head all coaxed Peter into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out and his fingers when limp against your leg. His mouth opened slightly as he let out small snores.

A little while later, you noticed Peter had become quite still. You put your book down to check on him and smiled when you saw him in a peaceful slumber. You closed you book and carefully moved Peter off your leg. You fluffed up his pillow and placed his head there, adjusting the blankets around him. You closed the light and layer down beside him.

The window behind you was opened, making the moonlight reflect on Peter's. If you were being honest, he looked like an angel, more so than usual. A small smile still adorned you face as your finger up to softly trace Peter's features. Your ran your finger over his thin pink lips, thinking about how nice it was to kiss them everyday. You traced the crook in nose, thinking about he had broken it so many times while he was galavanting around as Spider-Man. You ran your finger over his large eye bags.

Prada has nothing on his bags.

You chuckled softly at the thought. You pushed a couple strands of hair out of his face and kissed his hairline softly, so you wouldn't wake him up. You scooted closer to him, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his sleeping frame.

Finally, you closed your eyes, going to sleep smiling, your heart filled with love not only for Peter, but also for soft moments like these.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝟰.𝟭𝟱.𝟮𝟮

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electrosspidey · 2 years

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𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you and Peter, despite being strangers to one another, have a much needed talk about mays death at her grave.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: previous character death (may), lil bit of angst

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.5k

𝗔/𝗡: this is based off the scene at May’s grave with Peter and happy! I actually kind of like this one so I hope you guys do too! :D

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀!

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 under Peter’s feet as he walked through the cold and busy streets of New York. Peter didn’t look up once as he strode toward his destination. He put one foot in front of the other robotically, too lost in thought to pay attention to the road. It was a wonder he didn’t crash into anyone.

Peter finally stopped when he reached the place he wanted to be. He let out a short, shaky breath as he looked around. His eyes quickly scanned the somber place, his mood dampening more and more as he saw his surroundings. Peter finally found what he was looking for. He took large, brisk steps in the direction of the object of his attention. Peter’s steps soon began to falter as he got closer and closer, and he stopped a couple of feet in front of the object. He stared at it intensely, like he was hoping it would come closer so he didn’t have to. Peter let out a frustrated breath, annoyed with himself, and rubbed his face harshly. Peter collected himself finally, and walked closer to it.

Slowly, Peter lowered himself on one knee and kept a bouquet of flowers at the base of the gravestone. He stayed kneeled for a moment and, almost like he was in a trance, began to trace the letters on the grave. Peter quickly shook himself out of it, breathing harshly with the icy air filling his already cold insides. He stood up and looked up at the gray sky, willing away the tears that were already forming.

Peter cleared his throat and opened his mouth, but then closed it, not knowing what to say. There were just so many things he wanted to say, so many things he needed to say. To calm his racing heart, Peter took a deep breath and decided to start off with something simple.

Just before he could begin speaking, Peter was interrupted by the soft sound of the snow crushing under someone’s feet. He stayed silent, looking out of the side of his eye to see who was there. He could see nothing, but his spider senses told him otherwise.

The other person decided to speak up. “Um, hi. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I was just coming to see her too,” you spoke in a voice so quiet that Peter would have missed it if it were not for his enhanced hearing.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of your voice, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned even paler than they already were. He let out a shuddering breath, and opened his eyes slowly, still facing the gravestone.

You came forward from and awkwardly shuffled beside him, but still kept your distance. The both of you stayed in silence for a moment, not knowing what to say. You stole a glance at Peter, who was very intently avoiding your gaze. You took the initiative to speak first.

Sticking out your gloved hand to shake, you informed him, “y/n.”

I know. Peter thought bitterly. Regardless he still took your hand with a tight lipped smile. “Peter.” His smile quickly dropped as he looked at the stone once more.

You inwardly frowned, not wanting the conversation to stall immediately. You knew that the man beside you was most definitely grieving, and he probably didn’t want to talk about it. Still, you felt inexplicably drawn to Peter, even though this was the very first time you met him.

You gave him a once over. Your eyes focused on his slightly gaunt cheeks and the grayish pallor of his skin. It looked as though he had seen so much pain and loss through his dull brown eyes, which were adorned by deep eyebags. Peter’s posture was slumped, like he didn’t even feel like holding up the weight of his own body anymore. Though the two of you had only spoken a word to each other, you felt there was still so much to know about the stranger standing beside you.

Beating you to the punch, Peter spoke up. “So, how’d you know her?” Peter asked, his voice holding a slight rasp to it.

Your eyes widened for a moment, not expecting him to talk to you. You answered swiftly. “I-um- we volunteered together at the soup kitchen.” You paused for a moment. “How ‘bout you?”

Peter cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump stuck there from hearing your voice again. “Met her through the soup kitchen too,” he informed you laconically.

“Really? Never seen you before,” you remarked, raising an eyebrow.

A roseate blush tinged Peter’s cheeks. “Well, y’know, it’s a big place, big organization,” he replied, trying to cover himself.

You gave him a knowing smile, catching his deception but not commenting on it. “Sure is,” you murmured in agreement. Peter gave you a smile in return, this one more genuine than the first.

“Y’know, I lost someone a while back. It kinda felt like this,” you offered tentatively. “It hurts—god, it hurts so much—but it does, it does feel… better, after a while.” You paused, looking at the ground and allowing your words to sink in. “It stops feeling like someone ripped out your heart, stomped on it, and did it all over again,” you added, quieter this time.

Peter let out a small snort, his lips curling upwards ever so slightly. “Who’d you lose?” he asked in a soft voice.

You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling from the reflection of the sunlight behind the gray clouds. You shrugged, playing with your chipping nail polish. “My mom.”

Peter hummed, glancing at the granite headstone in front of him. “Funny, I have too.”

You smiled for a short moment before asking him a question. “Were you and May close?”

Peter thought for a second. “You could say that.” He looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but reassurance in them, and decided to continue. “May, she was really good to me,” he said, nodding slightly. “She took me in when I had no one, when everyone else was gone, and cared for me, and I could never ever thank her enough for that,” he spoke, his voice cracking. Peter looked away from your gaze and sniffled. “Well, it’s not like I could thank her now anyway.”

Your heart hurt for Peter and you frowned deeply. You reached for your purse and shuffled through it until you found what you were looking for. You held out your handkerchief to Peter, for the tears that he hadn’t even noticed had started falling. Peter curled his eyebrows at you, confused. You quickly brought the handkerchief to his watery eyes, wiping them gently. Your other hand reached up to hold his head still gently. You finished drying Peter’s eyes but did not let go of his face as yet.

The two of you stood together, still gazing into each other’s eyes silently, only aware of the other’s presence. Peter sniffed louder this time, his eyes flickering between yours. Perhaps protecting his hopes onto you, Peter saw a growing swirl of recognition in your eyes as you held his steady gaze. Your brows furrowed slightly, as though you were trying to remember something. A small flame of hope began to spark in Peter’s chest as you almost grasped onto the memory slipping from your grasp.

Just as fast as that swirl of recognition began to grow, it dissipated, the flame of hope in Peter’s chest extinguishing along with it. The two of you snapped out of your trance-like state and quickly separated.

“Um, sorry if I overstepped, or anything. There was just, y’know, you were just— you were crying—”

“Yeah, uh, thanks for that,”Peter chuckled awkwardly while motioning to the handkerchief in your hand. The both of you simultaneously let out a deep breath, the silence filling the air once more.

It had begun to snow, with the snowflakes covering both yours and Peter’s hair. You looked up, then locked eyes with Peter again.

“It’s snowing,” you remarked plainly. Peter hummed in agreement. “I-I guess I should, um go, I suppose.” Peter hummed again once more, now looking at the gravestone. You waited, rocking back and forth on your heels, not wanting your time with this stranger to end just yet.

You took a deep breath. “Hey,” you said, catching Peter’s attention, “take care of yourself. Okay?”

Peter smiled, his eyes twinkling, making them look much brighter than before. “I will,” he replied quietly. It was a simple statement, but his eyes showed you the sincerity behind that statement. It was a promise.

You nodded, your lips turned up in a smile. “Good.”

“You take care of yourself too alright?”

“I will,” you said, repeating his words back to him with the same amount of sincereness. You turned and began to walk away, still feeling Peter’s eyes on you.

Peter watched until you were no longer in his line of view. Once you were gone, he turned back to May’s gravestone, wondering if she could see anything of what just happened. He sighed deeply, then turned and walked away, his step and his heart feeling a little lighter than it had before.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝟯.𝟮𝟱.𝟮𝟮

#electrosspidey’s writing #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker writing #peter parker angst #tom holland writing #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland angst

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electrosspidey · 2 years

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𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you and Peter spend a relaxing afternoon in a daisy filled meadow.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k

𝗔/𝗡: this was originally supposed to be a drabble but it got a lil longer than that! I don’t really like the ending but oh well. Feel free to leave some feedback though! :)

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 as you plucked the petals of the daisy in your hands. You sing softly to yourself, “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not…” You kept singing as you plucked out the flowers. Eventually you reached the last petal, which coincidentally landed on “he loves me.”

A delighted smile spread over your face. “Peter! He loves me!”

Peter, who was previously occupied with stuffing his face with the strawberries the two of you had picked earlier, titled his his, much like a puppy would, and rolled his eyes. Before he could stop it, he grinned widely. Peter leaned forward to place a sweet peck on your lips, which you happily reciprocated.

“I could have told you that, silly,” he mumbled against your lips.

You giggled and kissed him again. “You taste like strawberries.”

Shaking his head at your antics, Peter heaved a sigh and laid down on the soft grass under him. While plucking some more flowers, one of your hands gravitated towards Peter’s soft brown curls. He closed his eyes and hummed in pure contentment as you scratched his scalp with your nails. Once you had picked enough flowers, you retracted your hand from Peter’s hair, seeing as you would need two hands to tie all the flower stems together.

Peter’s eyes flew open and a whine emitted from his throat. “Why'd y’do that?” He drawled. He looked up at you and stuck his perfectly pink bottom lip out, pouting. His eyes were wide, reflecting the light from the setting sun in front of you. His hair was spread out under his head, forming a halo around him. Peter’s cheeks were dusted with a light hue of pink and they were sprinkled with a plethora of tiny freckles which were highlighted by the setting sun’s light.

You cooed softly at the cherub-like boy beneath you and bent down to kiss his forehead lightly.“Sorry, honey, I just need both my hands to make some daisy chains,” you whispered, seeing how Peter was blinking blearily.

He yawned. “Mmmm, okay. Just for a little bit,”he replied, placing his head in your lap.

You smiled softly. “Just for a little bit,” you repeated back to him quietly. You pressed another kiss to his forehead, letting it linger.

You watched as Peter finally let sleep overcome him and started to make your daisy chains. Twisting the stems to make a series of knots, you made a couple daisy chains, but you soon became bored of that. You began to make flower crowns, first one for yourself and then one for Peter.

Smiling to yourself, you placed your flower crown on your head and turned to place Peter’s crown on his head. You pouted when you saw how his head was positioned in a way in which you couldn’t place the crown on his head without it being smushed. You decided you would put it on him once he woke up.

With the rest of the daisies, you made quite a few flower bracelets. Giggling to yourself quietly, you decided to see how many bracelets you could put on Peter without him waking up. You put the first one, lifting his left arm gingerly and slipping the bracelet. Peter didn’t even budge; he just kept snoring lightly, making you laugh in disbelief. Encouraged by Peter’s deep sleep, you tried slipping a second one on, which went quite successfully. You kept putting on more and more and eventually you had to switch to his right arms as his left arm became too full.

Soon enough you had to make more daisy bracelets since you ran out. Biting your lip nervously, you leaned forward slightly to grab the daisies in front of you. You quickly grabbed the flowers and leaned back ever so carefully. You internally rejoiced thinking that you succeeded in getting the flowers without waking Peter.

Your celebrations soon ended as you heard Peter’s raspy voice, “Well, I see you’ve been having fun while I was asleep.” Your head snapped to look down at Peter who was still lounging in your lap. He gave you a tired grin and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to look at you clearly. He yawned once more and blinked a couple times.

“I’m a light sleeper, babe,” he murmured. You sighed in response.

“Well,” you resigned, “did you at least sleep well?”

“Best nap of my life lovie.”

You simpered adoringly and bent down to pepper kisses all over the bridge of Peter’s crooked nose. “Good.”

“So what exactly were you doing while I was asleep?” Peter questioned, motioning to his arms.

You chuckled gleefully, twirling Peter’s messy curls between your fingers. “ You were asleep and I got bored,” you shrugged, hiding the wide smile that was threatening to burst across your face.

“At least they’re pretty,” you told him.

Peter looked up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Not as pretty as you,” he immediately returned.

“Oh my goodness,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re such a sap.”

“Just for you,” Peter whispered, leaning up to kiss you soft lips. Peter pulled away from your addicting lips and glanced down at his bracelet laden arm. “Y’know, the bracelets are really pretty actually.”

“They are, aren’t they!” You exclaimed, making Peter smile. “Oh! I almost forgot! I made you a flower crown too!” You found it in the grass and placed it on top of Peter’s head.

You cooed adoringly , “My pretty little princess.”

You pinched one of Peter’s freckle dusted cheeks just before he swatted your hand away.

Peter paused for a moment, just gazing into your eyes like they held the entire galaxy in them. After a moment, Peter snapped out of his reverie and exclaimed, “Now! Make me more bracelets, woman! I must have more”

You fell back giggling airily. “Of course, my love!”

As the sky finally turned from bright blue to a dusky pink, the two of you laid in the grass exchanging sweet kisses as you made more bracelets and flower jewelry to adorn Peter with.

To you there was no more perfect way to spend your afternoon.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝟯.𝟭𝟴.𝟮𝟮

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electrosspidey · 2 years

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𝗔/𝗡: second drabble! I haven’t really had any inspiration lately so if anyone has any requests feel free to send them in! constructive criticism is very welcome as well! :)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 726

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀!

𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦, Peter gazed at you adoringly. He watched as you smelled the flowers outside the nursery with a small smile on your face . Not wanting to stay without your touch for even a moment, Peter sidled up next to you and slid his hand into yours.

He leaned his head on your shoulder, and grinned. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

You tore your attention from the bright flowers in front of you and turned to Peter.

“What’s it look like?”you asked with a grin to match Peter’s.

“Well”— he exhaled deeply—“it looks like you’re not paying attention to me.” Peter looked up at you with his big brown eyes as a pout spread over his lips.

You rolled your eyes. You put both of your hands on Peter’s face and squished his face. You laid a wet kiss on his bent nose. “That enough attention for you? ”

Peter quirked his eyes brows as best as he could while you were smushing his face. He pulled himself away, rubbing his face like a wounded dog.

“Must you always treat me like a baby?” He sighed.

“You keep acting like one,” you replied, chuckling slightly. You turned back to the flowers you were admiring before.

Not quite satisfied with your answer, Peter nudged your arm. You ignored him; all you wanted to do was look at the flowers.

“Hey,” Peter said into your ear, “what type of flowers are those?” He pointed to a light bluish-purple bunch next to the one you were currently focussed on.

You smiled affectionately and leaned forward to inhale the flowers’ odoriferous scent. Glancing at Peter through the side of your eye, you informed him, “Those are bluebells.”

He pulled you so that you were leaning back on his chest. “Yeah?” They have a meaning or somethin’?” He murmured while nipping at your ear.

“They mean kindness,” you replied while looking at him lovingly.

Peter scanned the flower arrangement once more. “How ‘bout those?” He pointed to another bluish-purple bunch.

“Those are salvias. Since they’re blue, they mean ‘think of you,’ but if they were red they’d mean ‘forever mine,’” you told him.

Peter quirked his eyebrows, looking at you curiously. “Like in a crazy, possessive way or in an affectionate ‘I’m gonna love you forever’ way?”

You bit your lip in thought. “I think in more of a crazy, possessive way.”

“Remind me not to get those for you ever,” Peter muttered, making you giggle. Peter’s eyes twinkled at the sound of your sweet laugh.

After tearing his gaze from you, Peter looked back at the assortment. “Alright, what about those ones over there?”he asked, pointing at a bunch of red flowers.

“Those, Petey, are red tulips. People usually consider them ‘a declaration of love,’”you drawled slightly. “I also like to consider them my favorite flower,” you grinned.

“Is that so?” Peter glanced at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“Yes, actually that is s-”

Just then you were interrupted by one of the workers, Joey as his name tag read, at the nursery.

“Hey, I noticed you guys were looking at the flowers. Is there anything I can get you guys?”

You began to tell him that the two of you were just looking, but Peter beat you to it.

“Yes, actually. Could we get a couple of those red tulips right there?” He asked, motioning to the flowers in question.

“Sure thing!” Joey picked out a couple of the brightest one and wrapped them up in a piece of string. Peter went inside to pay for them and soon came out, swinging the door open with a smile just as bright as the flowers in his hands.

“For you, sweetheart.” Peter bowed slightly, making you laugh sweetly. You brought the flowers to your face and inhaled the fragrant scent.

You sighed, giving Peter, who was still grinning widely, a knowing glance. “You didn’t have to get me these y’know.”

“Actually, I really did have to. It’s my moral obligation as your boyfriend.” Peter simpered, leaning in to give you a series of gentle pecks.

You leaned your forehead on his. “Thank you, Pete.” You looked into his eyes, hoping to display your immeasurable love for him through yours.

Peter seemed to understand and responded in a gentle tone, “You’re welcome lovie.”

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!

𝟯.𝟭𝟭.𝟮𝟮

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electrosspidey · 2 years

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𝗔/𝗡: so this is my first little drabble on tumblr! I didn’t really know what to write so I just wrote the first thing that came to mind! Hopefully it’s not too terrible lol. Also if you couldn’t tell I’m not very good coming up with titles lmao.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: one swear word

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 371

“YOU KNOW, I feel like you’re way too happy right now.”

Peter turned around, observing your shivering state mischievously. He grinned widely, the rosy apples of his cheeks becoming even more noticeable.

“What? Me? Happy?” Peter feigned a gasp. “Never, y/n, never. I’m just as cold and miserable as you!”

He sidled up next to you, still grinning. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Why do you get to be all warm and cozy right now? It’s not fair that you have spider powers to help you,” you grumbled.

“Hey, I told you to put on more layers , and you didn’t listen! ‘S not my fault,” Peter shrugged. “Also my powers don’t keep me warm, just all of the cozy and warm layers that I decided to wear.”

“‘I decided to wear’ my ass. May practically held you down and forced you to wear all of that,” you mumbled, shivering even more.

Peter’s eyes softened at your state. He snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you in close.

“You don’t have to go furniture shopping with me, you know,” Peter murmured gently, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ears.

“No,” you pouted, “I’m going with you. Lord knows what you would buy left to your own devices, Parker. May trusted me to ensure your apartment doesn’t look like a complete disaster.”

“Hey! For your information, I have wonderful taste in furniture,” Peter argued lightly.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, Peter, whatever you wanna tell yourself.”

Ignoring your snide comment, Peter continued with what he was saying. “Okay, well then how about we get some coffee to warm up once we’re done?”

You scrunched your nose in distaste.

“Hot cocoa?”

You sighed, smiling slightly. “If you insist.”

Peter grinned once more. “I do insist. I’m not trying to have my girl freeze to death.” He cupped your face lightly and laid a sweet peck on the frosty tip of your nose. You giggled softly in response, nuzzling your nose with his.

He snuck his hand down to hold yours. “Well let’s go then. Don’t wanna be in the cold all day, do you?”

You smiled and shook your head, allowing Peter to pull you into the cold, snowy weather.

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!

𝟭𝟮.𝟮𝟵.𝟮𝟭

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