by peter morning

unlike most mornings, the chirping birds didn’t wake you up this morning. instead, it was the soft laughter of your daughter, something that brought a smile to your face whenever you heard it. you turned over, and frowned when you didn’t see your husband next to you, he rarely woke up before you.

rolling out of bed, you sauntered down the stairs into the kitchen, where you saw your daughter standing on a chair in front of the counter, stirring pancake batter. your husband was stood next to her, manning the griddle. “do you want blueberries, sweetie?” he asked, speaking quietly since he thought you were still sleeping.

“yes, please, daddy. lots of berries!” she nodded, curly hair bouncing.

“shh, don’t wanna make mommy up, do we?” shawn asked, shushing her giggles slightly. you felt your heart melt at the sight of shawn and your daughter making breakfast, without a care in the world. you cherished moments like this, when shawn didn’t need to impress anyone, where he could just be himself- the loving, hands-on father that made your heart melt.

you snuck back up to bed, and opened a book you had been reading, smiling brightly when your daughter burst into the room a few minutes later, shawn following with a tray of pancakes and coffee in hand.

the “morning after”

Prompt: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and has a party, but ends up ditching with Peter. They end up at his apartment where they talk and dance, but when the reader wakes up on the morning Peter is gone and the Reader is forced to try and make her way home with out being seen by paparazzi

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: implications of sex, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,084

Notes: Peter isn’t really in this, but I thought the idea was cute so I ran with it. Also, this is my first published work on this side blog, but if you guys like it and want to see more, request some stuff! I will write all MCU characters, as I haven’t really seen the shows and wouldn’t be able to do them justice. But anyways, kudos to you if you actually read this little mini-rant and enjoy this fic ! 

Originally posted by koenigreus

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  • Sirius and Remus flirt in the distance
  • Someone: they're so cute
  • James: (sighing) aren't they?
  • Peter: ...
  • *earlier that morning*
  • Remus: (dumps a pitcher of water on sleeping Sirius) THE FUCKING SHOWER IS CLOGGED WITH YOUR FUCKING HAIR AGAIN IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING FAT DEFORMED DEMON RAT HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU
  • *the morning before that*
  • Sirius: where the hell is he??????? where is moony!?!?! his room smells like dog!! dOG!!! and not padfoot dog! a! different! dog! (transforms into Padfoot and rips Remus' pillows up)
  • *flashbacks end*
  • Peter: ...sure
masterlist

The Avengers

Peter Parker

the “morning after”

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes 

Steve Rogers 

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Sam Wilson

X-Men

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Peter Maximoff

Charles Xavier 

Actors

Tom Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Sebastian Stan

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?

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After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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word count: 1,089 words
story peek: “what the hell do you want me to say?” in which peter reassures her that he’ll always come back to her.


(Name) had been feeling a bit uneasy lately. It was hard not to when she noticed her boyfriend was off fighting crime more often than usual. She paced her room in the early hours of the morning trying–and failing–to stop her mind from worrying.

He’d be fine. He always was.

A sudden squeak from her window being pushed open drew her attention away from her thoughts. She stayed rooted in her place as she watched Peter crawl into her room, pulling his mask off in the process.

When his feet were planted on solid ground, he made eye contact with her and flashed her an exhausted smile. There were bags under his eyes and she took quick notice of his hand that clutched his side, obviously trying to conceal an injury from her worried eyes.

She sighed and frowned at him, which caused his smile to falter and his shoulders to sag. No words were said as he trudged towards her bed and sat, her following close behind him.

“How bad is it?” she whispered. He shrugged.

“Not too bad,” he said, moving slightly to the side only to wince in the process. She rolled her eyes.

“Suit off. Now.” she demanded and Peter quietly obeyed. His fingers pressed against the spider emblem and the suit quickly loosened, pooling around his waist.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the many bruises that tattered his pale skin. The side he had been clutching held a fairly deep cut that was beginning to bruise.

“Peter,” she mumbled, her voice unusually quiet. Her eyebrows were knit together in concern and Peter slouched down.

“It’s not that bad, honest (Nickname). It doesn’t eve-” his words were interrupted with a wince when she gingerly brushed her fingertips against one of his larger bruises. She hurriedly got up and left the room only to return a minute later with the first aid kit, rubbing alcohol, and a rag in hand.

She dragged her desk chair in front of Peter and sat on it for a better look at his cut. She briskly unscrewed the rubbing alcohol and wet the rag with it. She began pressing the rag to his cut, which caused more wincing from her beloved.

When he got used to the sting of the disinfectant, he took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess and her frown seemed to be permanently residing on her face.

“You’re upset,” he stated, and she paused, but remained silent. Her hand continued to clean his cut, and Peter grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“C’mom (Name), please say something. Tell me why you’re upset,” he pleaded. His eyes were flooded with concern and she huffed, dropping her hands into her lap.

“What the hell do you want me to say, Peter?” she snapped and Peter flinched slightly in response. They sat in silence for a while. Peter stared at her while he gaze remained fixed on her lap. She suddenly cleared her throat and stood up, tossing the rag into the laundry basket.

She returned to her seat and grabbed some gauze, covering his wound with it.

“It’s not deep enough to need stitches. You got lucky,” she mumbled, packing everything away and setting it beside her bed. She sat in her chair, her gaze focused on the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Darling, look at me,” Peter whispered. He reached a hand out and brushed her hair back. His hand cupped her cheek and she looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes. His thumb gently caressed her cheek as she sniffled.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, leaning forward and cupping her other cheek with his other hand. She let out a dry laugh and a warm tear slipped down her cheek. Peter wiped it away.

“It’s stupid,” she shook her head and Peter frowned.

“It’s never stupid,” he said, running one of his hands through her hair. She inhaled and exhaled, it coming out in a sob.

“I just, god Peter what if you’re not okay?” she asked and Peter’s brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if one day you go out there and you’re not lucky. What if one day you go out there and get hurt so bad that I can’t help you. What if one day you go out there and you don’t,” her body was softly shaking from her cries and she sucked in a breath. “What if you don’t ever come back?”

Peter swears his heart broke at the sight of her shaking from sobs. He dropped his hands from her cheeks to her arms and gave them a slight tug forward, bringing her into his own.

“Hey, hey, shh,” he soothed, rubbing her back with one hand while the other held her waist. Her arms wound tightly around his neck and she hugged him tightly. Her face was placed in the crook of his neck and her tears wet his bare skin.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Peter. I don’t know what I would do,” she cried, her words slightly muffled. Peter’s own eyes seemed to brim with tears as he pressed a quick kiss to her neck.

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about me, even though I know you will. I’ll be fine. I always am. I have you to fight for,” he pulled her back from him to look at her face. Tears silently fell down her cheeks and he wiped them away.

“I’ll come back to you. I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. He released his grip on her and moved to lay down in her bed. His arm outstretched to grab her hand and he gave a small tug, pulling her to her bed to lay down.

She laid next to him, her eyes closed. He had an arm draped over her and occasionally stroked her hair. Soft sniffles left her every so often and Peter continued to whisper soothing things to her. The sound of his voice permeating the silence of the room was slowly lulling her to sleep.

“I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so much it’s going to kill me,” she whispered, eyes still closed. Peter smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I love you too, darling. I promise I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered back, and a small smile was placed on her lips for the first time that night as she fell asleep.

Dating Peter Parker Would Include ...

Originally posted by kiingholland


• Excessive hand-holding
• Sci-fi movie marathons
• Peter refusing to wake you up after you’ve fallen asleep on him. He’ll just sit there super still to not disturb you.
• Forehead kisses. Lots and lots of forehead kisses.
• Peter taking photos of you when he thinks you aren’t looking.
• Peter taking photos of you doing literally anything. Eating cereal. Sleeping. Doing homework.
• Sleepovers. With the two of you crammed into Peter’s twin, and Aunt May’s pancakes in the morning.
• Peter realizing he’s in love with you one night when you patch him up post- superhero duty
• The confession spilling out of his mouth as you clean out a gash on his chest.
• An intense make-out session following
“Ow, Y/N, just got the shit beaten out of me remember?”
• Cuddle sessions at least once a day
• Peter being the best teacher/tutor
• Peter questioning how he landed someone like you
• You asking yourself the exact same thing
• Peter trying to cook for you. He really did try.
• Peter is a total blanket-hog
• You surprising him on his birthday with the biggest cake you could find complete with all of his favorite food and a night trip to Central Park
• Peter is a literal furnace 99% of the time
• Bear hugs every time he sees you
• Waking up to his mussed up hair and bright smile
• Loving him more than anything in the whole damn world

  • Wade: I go into housewife mode when I'm in a relationship, like I will make you waffles every morning
  • Peter: This is a lie
  • Peter: I'm literally dating this man, this is a lie
  • Peter: You don't even know how to make waffles, Wade, what is this
Assault

Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️

Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :) 

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Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your waist and runs it through his hair instead.

“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.

“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.

The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.

You nod in response to his question, and he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal, but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet, you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.

He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere, always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.

“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find your way back.

Stolen Clothes - Peter Parker

Prompt: Reader is afraid of thunder/lightning and there is a freak thunderstorm, and her best friend, Peter Parker, has to comfort her.

Words: 2,499

Warnings: None- fluff mainly.


Bolts of bright light cracked across the dark sky. The constant breakouts of lightning flashes through your thick curtains. Booming of ground shaking thunder shook your dead apartment unevenly. 

You were curled up in your bed eye glued on the TV screen out of fear. The storm knocked out the satellite being the reason you were staring at a frozen screen for the last half an hour. You hid your body from the horrid weather under a mound of warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.

Fuzzy socks covered your feet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate rested untouched on your nightstand. Paralyzed with fear you didn’t dare move a muscle. Even though you hated thunder storms you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the rain pounding against your window. It was like the scene of a car crash, the best thing was to avoid the mess but it was almost impossible to think about anything else.

A loud crash hit your window earning a screeching yelp from yourself. The stray branch from a tree outside blew in the wind knocking the glass continuously. You parents fell asleep in pure bliss to the tempest leaving you to wallow in your lonesome. 

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Love Inversion Theory

A Peter Parker/Tom Holland Fic

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A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though. 

Originally posted by koenigreus

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“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”

Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.

It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”

The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”

You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.

And both of you cried by the end of the day.

So that was totally out of the question.

Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.

So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”

“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”

From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.

“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”

The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.

“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“

You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.

“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

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What a feeling.

I don’t really know what prompted this but I just wanted to write about Peter Parker so here you go! I am currently accepting one-line sentence prompts for Peter Parker too (not just necessarily Peter though) so if you have any you want me to attempt to write, send it in and I’ll write a (short) drabble for it! (this is in lieu of Not in that, you aren’t reaching almost 500 likes! Thank you for the support, everyone!)


Originally posted by koenigreus

“Morning, Ned,” A smile blossoms on your face when you spy your two school mates. “Morning, Peter.” You greet the teen you have grown to like more than just a friend. Ned smiles at you when you fall in step with the two of them while Peter, on the other hand, averts his gaze – he is looking at everywhere but you! – and you can see the tip of his ears turning red.

If anyone asks Peter what he liked the most about high school, his answer is probably this.

The few minutes he has before going to class where Peter gets to see you and have a conversation with you. (Or at least, attempts to try and have a conversation with you – he just stutters too much and turns in to a mess whenever he tries to do so). 

And in case people might still get confused, yes, Peter Parker has a massive crush on you. But all of that stuttering and turning in to a giant mess is going to end today.

Peter clears his throat, glancing at you briefly with a small, shy smile on his face. “Morning, Y/N.” Peter can see Ned looking at him with a proud expression and he clears his throat once more, looking away from Ned’s gaze and looking at you. “How are you today?”

The smile on your face seems to grow bigger and Peter almost feels blinded by how bright it is too. “I am feeling fine.” You bite on your lower lip before glancing at Peter. The fact that he seems to be willing to have a conversation with you today makes you feel happy. “How about you?” You ask Peter, stepping closer to him because the amount of people still walking around in the hallway is just too much.

“Yeah, yeah, feeling good.” Peter answers you and you nod your head at Peter’s answer. The two of them continue to walk you all the way to your locker, chatting quietly among themselves.

You pause in front of your locker, causing Peter and Ned to pause too. “You know, I had a dream last night.” You open your locker to take out the books you required for your classes today and close the door after shoving all of your books in your bag.

“Yeah?” Ned prompts. Peter is still staring at you, looking a tad bit wary at what you are about to say.

“Yeah, it was actually a dream about you.” You stare at Peter causing the latter to widen his eyes as he takes a step back, stumbling slightly. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning completely.

“What, what, I, huh?” Peter swallows the sudden lump in his throat. “I mean, what was it about?” He is staring you with those beautiful brown eyes of his and you almost feel bad about teasing him like this but you finally have had enough of him playing tug of war with you and your feelings (though you can’t really fault him on this part - it really takes two to tango).

“You finally asked me out and I said yes.”

Ned’s jaw drops at your bluntness while Peter freezes momentarily. You stare at him patiently, waiting for Peter to come to terms with what you have just said. The moment is cut short when the school bell rings.

“I’m going to have to go to class now but…” You trail off before deciding to do it anyways because why the heck not. So you lean forward to press your lips against Peter’s cheek and it almost makes you giddy at how warm his cheek feels and how he had stiffened at the contact too as he stares at you in shock. “See you later, Peter.” You whisper to him before turning to wave at Ned who dumbly wave back at you as you head towards your class.

Peter feels incredibly frazzled and flustered. He turns to look at Ned who is looking at him with a smug expression, chuckling at the turn of events. Ned knows how much you had liked Peter – the two of you would occasionally share a few conversations where you inevitably end up gushing about Peter – and he also knows that Peter harbors feelings for you too. So this is really nice.

Peter’s face splits in to the largest grin anyone has ever seen and suddenly, Peter feels like he can spend the rest of the day with a smile on his face, excited for recess to come for he really wants to properly ask you out on a date now!