like a john hughes movie [peter parker x reader]
words: 1042, whoop
summary: you and peter are in your final year of high school and suddenly you start worrying about your relationship
tw: it’s just really fluffy, maybe one or two swear words :)
a/n: i recently watched “breakfast club” again and suddenly had this idea for this imagine. + i haven’t posted one in the longest time, soooo have fun and please PLEASE leave comments, i very much appreciate them xx
Street lights cast their shadow on the ground. Small, nearly hidden rays of sunshine creeped up between the buildings. The sky was hollowed in purple-red colours, welcoming the day right above you. There was quiet, unusual for a city like New York. Everybody was still asleep, but you two weren’t.
For hours, the two of you have been trotting around Queens, nearly being awake for a whole day, but you two didn’t care. Or at least, you didn’t. As always, you didn’t know what went through Peter’s mind or what he was thinking in that very moment.
It was the 20th of January, the new year has just started and you’ve already worried more about your life than you did in the last year. In some months, the two of you would graduate and both of your lives will probably head in two separate directions and this thought was the scariest to you. Peter was not only your first boyfriend, he was the first person you truly loved and felt the safest with. And you worried that in some months…this would just be gone.
“You’re really quiet tonight”, Peter said.
The two of you stopped walking.
“Look at me”, he said, lifting your chin with his hand, so your eyes were meeting his, “you’re not okay. I see that.”
You sighed. “Peter, it’s like 6 in the morning and I’m tired and I just wanna go home. Like, we’ve been awake for so long. I’m just tired.”
“You’re never really just tired”, he scoffed, putting his arm around your waist.
“Oh, shut up”, you giggled, as you two continued to walk home.
“We gotta be quiet, I don’t wanna wake up Aunt May”, Peter whispered, holding the door open for you, as you walked into his flat. The warmth hit you, making you feel home immediately.
“Ohoh, poor boy’s scared, he’s gonna get in trouble for being loud”, you chuckled in a whisper.
“Shut up”, he mumbled with a slight smile drawn across his face.
“Come on, you’re fighting criminals like every day of your life, but you’re afraid of your Aunt? That’s quite adorable, Pete!”
Peter loved how you could always make him laugh, even in the times of his deepest sorrow. You were always the one, to cheer him up and to make things good again.
He watched you as you took off your coat. Snowflakes made it a little bit damp. You frowned when you noticed it, hung it up and turned around.
“Are you alright?”, you asked confused. Peter kept staring at you, being completely blown away by how you were still able to look so beautiful, even after being horribly tired. A small ray of sunshine snuck into the dark flat, leaving you in an angelic haze behind. Truly, you looked like an angel. Most of the time, but even more in this very moment.
He slowly closed the door, making sure it wouldn’t shut with a loud bang.
“Can we go to your room now? I’m tired”, you dramatically whined, resting your head against the chest of your boyfriend.
Peter stroke your back, feeling your warmth against his body.
“Anything you want, babe.”