#peter parker fluff
Pairing:Peter Parker x Reader
Summary:Peter and yourself finally figure out your feelings towards each other, in the coolest way possible.
A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been absent for a hot minute, I’ve just been crazy busy! But I’m back and writing for a bit :)
Word Count: 2,561
“No. I stand by my point. Darth Vader would win!” Ned exclaimed.
“No! You’re wrong! Goku would absolutely beat Vader!” You retorted, extended your arms out in exaggeration. Peter simply laughed as you bickered. The three of you dodged your way out of the crowded halls of Midtown Tech.
“Anakin was going to be one of the most powerful Jedi ever! That means Vader is probably the most powerful character-“
“Goku was a Super Saiyan!” You swiftly interrupted.
The warm afternoon New York breeze hit you as the three of you made it out the front doors. The mix of smog from the many taxis and pollen from the new spring trees danced together. You’d always complained about how much you hated Manhattan, but you had to admit, it was home.
“You’re wrong.” Ned stated, matter-of-factly.
“Unbelievable. We’re continuing this tomorrow Leeds!” You replied.
“Bye dude.” Peter simply smiled over at his best friend. Ned warmly fairwelled Peter, and with the quick completion of their handshake, Ned waltzed off. Peter and yourself began making your way to the train station.
In the least creepy way possible, Peter loved watching you. He watched as your lightly curled hair bounced around your shoulders as you walked. He watched the warm sunlight hit your soft cheekbones, prominating all your best features. He watched as your old, warn down Chucks scuffed along the sidewalk as you absentmindedly kicked loose rocks.
“So? Who would win?” You beamed, looking up at your best friend.
“Hmm?” He shook his head slightly, bringing his dreamy mind back to reality.
“Darth Vader or Goku?! C’mon Pete, why’re you being all spacey?” You laughed, pushing a lock of hair behind your pierced ear.
“I didn’t wanna say it at the time, but Ned’s probably right-“
“Unbelievable!” You whined. “You two obviously know nothing! We’re gonna have to touch up on your Dragon Ball Z, Parker.” Your arm extended out to jokingly nudge him. He turned his attention to your denim jacket. Hundreds of different patches scrapily sewn onto it. God, you were just so cool, Peter thought. You were always so authentically yourself, completely and happily oblivious to what others thought.
“Yea sure, when you watch the Prequels I’ll watch the rest of Dragon Ball Z.” Peter chuckled. You simply shook your head.
“You and Ned always go on about how not great those movies are, why would I bother watching them? And plus, what does that have to do with Darth Vader anyway?” You replied, Peters contagious grin rubbing off on you.
“It’s all about Anakin! It’s his whole back story! What are you talking about!?” Peter said, almost offended.
“Ohh…” you paused, “that makes sense.”
“You’re unbelievable, (Y/L/N).”
It had been years now. Years of you and Peter being besties. Your dad was really close with Richard and Ben, Peters dad and uncle. So you’d been family friends for a long time. Your mum would tell you that you always said you were going to marry Peter when you were younger because he could burp the whole alphabet! It was even better when she brought it up at the dinner table, while Peter was right there. You drifted a bit when Peter went through everything with his parents. With moving away to be with his aunt and uncle and all. You finally reconnected with him in High School. It had been like the two of you never left each other. MJ and Ned constantly mocked the pair of you for being ‘insperable’. But you two just really liked each other’s company! Or that’s at least what you told yourselves to fight off the awkward post-puberty sexual tension.
The train was crowded, as per usual. You shuffled your way through the many bodies, finding a comfortable spot for both you and Peter. His arm raised to hold the bar above him, steadying himself as the train began to move. You, however, resumed your comfortable spot of holding Peter’s other arm to steady yourself. The bar was awkwardly high for your shorter frame, and Peter obviously wasn’t complaining. Every so often your fingers would move down to intertwine with his, which was- nice. But you two never talked about it, mainly in fear of ruining the moment.
You stuck one of the AirPods in Peters ear, sticking your other one in your own ear before pressing shuffle. Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede began flowing through your ears. His gaze immediately met yours with a grin. God, you were so cool.
The influx of more persons on the train drove your body closer to Peter. The warmth of your body radiating on him, your head practically resting on his broad shoulder. Of course, he wasn’t complaining. Ever since the bite, his senses were always dialed up to eleven, it gave him raging migraines for the longest amount of time, and of course you were the first to notice when something was off with Peter. Straight after Ned found out, Peter told you what happened, and as per usual, you played it cool. After all, your main concern was Peter, not Spider-Man. After long days of heightened senses and skull-breaking headaches, you’d massage his temples for hours on end, softly speaking to him about anything to relax him. You were the one thing that dialled those senses back down to one for Peter. And, God, he loved you for it.
In usual routine, Peter and yourself stopped at the Deli on the way to Peters house. Today you were heading over to his to do your AP bio assignments together. Well, that’s what you told each other. Any excuse to be able to hang out.
“Mr and Mrs Parker!” Mr Delmar greeted the two of you in his usual fashion. You both grinned, greeting him back. The first time he did this, Peter turned into a blushing, blubbering mess. But after about the 6th time, it was purely a habit. “The usual?”
“Yes please,” Peter replied, putting two crumpled 5’s down on the counter.
“Hey Murph.” You swiftly picked up the fluffy cat, holding it in your arms as it purred softly.
“He doesn’t let anyone else pick him up like that, you know!? He’s so grumpy with everyone else, but he loves you, (Y/N).” Mr Delmar explained, laughing slightly about his ‘mean old cat’, as he put it.
Your sandwiches were made within minutes. You kindly thanked Mr Delmar and walked off to Peters apartment. Mr Delmar’s deli really did make the best sandwiches in Queens, but 4:00 PM was such a strange time to each an entire sub, which meant you almost never finished your sandwich. Luckily, Peter’s appetite was constantly through the roof. He would always finish your food for you, you’d honestly never seen someone who could eat so much. Apparently it was another one of the side-effects of the Spidey powers.
Peter unlocked the apartment building doors and the two of you walked up to his level, laughing and chatting the whole way. Conversation always flowed with Peter and yourself. It was never really that awkward, and it never had to be small talk. You two would always find yourself talking about films, physics, space, existentialism. Just all the usuals.
The pair of you waltzed into Peter’s apartment. Peter called out a loud ‘hey May!’, to which she came out of the kitchen to greet the two of you.
“Oh, hey (Y/N),” she smiled warmly, “are you staying for dinner, honey?”
“Uhm,” you quickly looked up at Peter,
“Yea, of course she is.” He responded for you,
“If it’s not too much trouble!” You quickly added,
“No it’s absolutely fine! We’re getting Chinese.” May explained, getting cut short of the conversation as Peter dragged you off to his room.
Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, letting you walk through first, and closed it behind himself. He was quick to throw his bag to the ground as make his way to his old, wooden desk. You softly sat on the bottom bunk of his bed, shuffling back slightly so your back was resting against the wall. You pulled your laptop out of your bag and opened up your assignment. Peter did the same.
An hour of studying and typing and studying and typing, and only biology related chat had passed. “Peter…” You whined. “I hate this, I hate stupid action potentials, and stupid neurons, and stupid synaptic junctions.” You continued, throwing your head back in frustration with a thudto the drywall behind you. He swivelled around in his chair, his gaze finding yours as your head lifted above your shoulders again. You pouted and batted your eyelids.
“I know, I hate it too. But it’s not really optional.” He replied. He was so studious. Which you loved, and envied. But times like these you wish he would just whip out his old, dusty Nintendo 64 and play games with you all night.
Peter wasn’t going to be that easy to get through too. You shoved your laptop off your lap, and waltzed over to where Peter was. His eyes simply followed your frame as you moved. Your body stationed next to him, and turned his chair so he was facing his desk once again, meaning you were stood behind his back. Your warm fingers ran through his brunette hair before resting on his temples. You applied just enough pressure while circling them against his skin. A loud, relieving sigh dripped from his mouth.
“You’re tense.” You whispered,
“When am I not?” He retorted, flashing a smirk.
“You weren’t before you were Spider-Man.” You responded, your voice still low but blunt.
His eyes opened, and his hands softly grabbed yours. He turned his chair to face you, your smaller hands still encapsulated in his.
“Do you not like the fact that I’m now everybody’s friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?” He questioned, his large brown eyes staring deeply.
“No. It’s not that I don’t like it, you know I don’t have a problem with it. I just… I don’t like that it makes you like… like this.” You shrugged.
“Like what?” His voice was seemingly lower, he wasn’t necessarily whispering, but his voice was husk.
“Tense. You’re always on-edge, you’re always so stiff.” Guess it was honesty hour.
“Maybe- maybe you could help me- be less tense.” He replied, his classic Peter-style nervousness creeping through his broken sentence.
“I’m trying, I thought the head massages helped?”
“Yea- right- yep. They do help, a lot.” He stammered. “I was just- I was thinking maybe, something else?” Peter spoke. His hands had left yours and moved down to your waist, strangely enough, it wasn’t the first time they’d been there, so it wasn’t entirely weird to you.
“What’d you have in mind?” You asked, almost innocently. There was a lot of things you had wished about doing with Peter. A lot of ways you wanted to help him. You just never knew how to initate any of it. And quite frankly, you didn’t know if he felt the same.
In a sudden rush of arousal, Peter pulled you forward and you stumbled slightly. His hands asserted themselves on your upper thighs and pulled you up so they sat on either side of his lap. Without entirely realising what was happening, you were straddling him. God, he was strong. Your faces were merely inches apart. A deep rosey blush covered your cheeks and your heart pounded against your ribs. The worst part was knowing Peter could hear how fast it was beating with his heightened senses. He could obviously tell how nervous you were.
You were nervous, but comfortable. Strangely enough, this felt, comfortable. Your hands had wrapped themselves behind his neck, twirling into the soft hair at the back of his head. If there was going to be any time to kiss Peter Parker, this was definitely it.
A few sharp breaths escaped both of your mouths as your eyes gazed into each others. You both stared in a sort of ‘is this really happening?’ moment. And then, you kissed him.
Peter and your lips passionately locked together. Your raspberry lip balm now sticky against both of your mouths as your tongues finally met in the middle. This was your first kiss, and what you knew of your best friend, it was his first kiss too. In the strangest way possible, it almost felt like a flower was blooming deep in your stomach. It was the strangest, most pleasant feeling you’d had. The intensity grew gradually. The nerve endings in your skin feeling every small touch. Maybe this was how Peter felt all the time? Every so often, your head would fall away from his slightly, and every time he would pull your body back, aching for your lips to be close once again.
That’s when you felt him growing beneath you. You’d never sat on a boys lap like this. And in all honesty, you didn’t realise it could grow that quick. Your fingers grasped his brunette hair and pulled his head back gently as you drew your face away too.
You bit down on your bottom lip and grinned. He just looked back at you with wide eyes, his pupils almost entirely encapsulating his iris’.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You blurted out, almost too quickly.
“I mean, neither have I.” He shrugged.
“That was good? Right?” You shot back.
“Well,” he glimpsed down, looking at the bulge against the zipper of his worn jeans, “yea.”
You looked at each other once again. Peter’s large hands gripped tightly against your ass checks, firmly holding you against his lap still. Your hands still lightly stroking against the back of his head. Both of you silently wondering what to do about Peter’s situation.
In a blink, Peter’s eyes unfocused from your face, and his head snapped around. “Get up.” He flashed.
“Wha?-”
There was a loud knock at the door, and just as May let herself in, Peter had hoisted you off his lap. As May entered the room, Peter sat awkwardly in his desk chair, his legs crossed over each other. And you stood just next to him, clearly unsure of why you stood there.
May glanced for a moment at the situation, realising she had probably walked in at the wrong time. “Uhm, I was thinking we could go down and get dinner now?”
You could practically feel Peter’s eyes roll.
“Sounds good. I’m starving!” You smiled at May, trying to loosen the tension.
“Cool! Grab your coat.” May stated, and with that she waltzed out again.
Peter turned the chair towards you and was about to groan before you caught his lips again. The kiss wasn’t as passionate as the first, but it was nice. It was comfortable. You never thought it would feel this heavenly kissing Peter, but, God, it did.
You pulled away just as fast as you’d initiated it.
“We should probably talk about… this?” you motioned in the space between the two of you.
“Yea.”
“I- I obviously like you.” You stated. The only reason you stated it so confidently was because of how confidently Peter had kissed you back.
“Well, I obviously like you too.” The corners of his mouth curving upwards, flashing his gorgeous, straight smile.
“Cool.” You nodded, a grin also taking form over your mouth.
“Cool.”
Peter Parker x reader
Summary: All Peter’s ever wanted was your attention, but you’ve got your eyes on someone else… our friendly neighborhood Spiderman, actually. What could possibly go wrong?
AN: there won’t be a taglist for this, or any other mini series because i actually have a posting schedule. surprised? me too!
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Run Away Baby (Suspended)Intro 1 2 3 4 5
Our Eyes(Finished)1 2 3 4 5 6 7
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Bucky Barnes
*Even
The Secret of These Hands(Suspended)Intro 1 2 3 4
There(Finished)Intro 1 2 3 45 *67 89 Epilogue
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Peter Parker
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Last Updated: 1/7/18
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Peter Parker (Spider-Man) [Tom Holland] Masterlist
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P - Platonic | SR - Sister!Reader | No letter - Romance
ONE-SHOTS
I Love You—Peter and Y/N say “I love you” to each other for the first time in their relationship.
Saving Her—Peter and Tony suit up to save Y/N from a mission gone wrong.
HEADCANONS
Being Peter Parker’s Younger Sister and an Avenger Would Include …[SR]
Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and an Avenger Would Include …
How Marvel Characters Would React to Seeing You After the Blip …[P]
