of the anon prompt: “you’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” which is great SO THANK U and tagging the babe @tomllholland enjoy it :)
It was Thursday again.
Coincidentally, it was your favourite day of the week (definitely not because it was you and Peter’s weekly date night, no, definitely wasn’t that.)
It was a bit unusual– it was like Thursday was the day in which all the criminals took a break for the week. Peter noticed this during his nightly patrols, that Thursday always had the lowest amount of crime to fight; and so, with much convincing from you - “Peterrrrrrr, c’mon, Queen’s best crime fighter has to take a break sometimes.” “You really think I’m Queen’s best crime fighter?” - you eventually managed to make Thursday night, date night.
So, that’s what you were doing now– setting up for a movie night on the couch with Peter. The weather was less than remarkable but you couldn’t help but be glad at the one way ticket to cuddling with your boyfriend. (He was amazing at cuddles so you always looked forward to movie nights.)
The unmistakable theme music of Star Wars came through the speakers and you giggled as Peter’s face lit up with childlike excitement- god, you were dating an utter nerd.
“C’mon Spiderboy,” You eagerly patted the spot next to you on the couch, laughing as he wasting no time in skillfully jumping over the back of the couch to land beside you. Peter loved to show off his ‘spider-side’ when Aunt May wasn’t around.
“Show off,” You coughed slyly, grinning as he stuck his tongue out at you in return. It was like every other Thursday.
A yawn passed your lips as you blinked, shaking away your tiredness- c’mon, this was Star Wars! You weren’t just gonna go fall asleep in the middle of one of these movies.
Though, to be fair, you’d made it pretty far; you had already finished A New Hope and you were nearing the end of The Empire Strikes Back but you were committed. You sat up a little straighter, pulling the blanket that you and Peter were snuggling under, as you realized the iconic scene you loved was coming.
Peter smiled at the notion, watching as you mouthed along with the words on screen, almost perfectly in sync. God, he was dating an utter nerd.
“I love you.” You mouthed dramatically, taking a minuscule glance at Peter, blushing when you saw he was already looking at you.
You sighed as you leaned back into Peter’s chest, pulling the blanket back up to your chin as you settled.
“That is literally like the most romantic and perfect thing in existence.” You sighed again, your eyes trained on the screen as the scene continued. Peter laughed, replying casually.
“That’s not possible, you’re the most perfect thing in existence.”
Your heart stopped beating for a solid moment and you choked, spluttering silently and glancing with wide eyes at Peter who didn’t even seem to realize he’d said the most romantic thing ever.
This goddamn boy, I swear to god, you cursed but it didn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks at the compliment because oh my god what the fuck peter. You were pretty sure even your ears were tinting pink and oh god this is embarrassing he’s not even making a big deal out of this its not like he just gave the best compliment you’ve ever received–
Noticing you weren’t watching anymore, Peter turned his gaze, surprised when you squeaked and ducked your head under the blanket.
You were desperately trying to cool your flushed cheeks, but it didn’t help when you heard Peter’s amused voice say, “Are you– you’re hiding under the blankets because…you're blushing?”
“W-What! N-No, I, um, that’s just– I’m not, uh.” You groaned at how lame you were, unable to even form a response but Peter only laughed. Unexpectedly, the blanket was lifted and Peter ducked his head under to join you, your faces inches away. You blushed again and Peter grinned wider, almost a smirk.
“Are you seriously embarrassed because I complimented you?”
GoddAmn it Peter, can’t you see iSN’t hElping
“Stop, Pete, I’m already embarrassed.” You muttered embarrassed, going to push his chest playfully but instead he caught you hand, intertwining your fingers as he grinned wider yet.
“You’re so cute,” he whispered. He leaned in, delicately kissing you on the nose, knowing it would make you blush again. You couldn’t help but feel like kids under a blanket, sharing secrets when he whispered again.
“I love you.”
Peter’s jaw dropped and you laughed at him, using your intertwined hands to bring him closer and kiss him once more. He was still shocked when you pulled away, now his cheeks burning red.
“I can’t believe you just Han Solo’d me!”