Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming
Warning(s)?: Fluff for everyone!! And the mention of male gentiles (Flash’s nickname for Parker)
Word Count: 1708. I kind of got into this one XD
A/N: Am I late to this trend? Probably, but who cares! I was in the mood to write something fluffy so I decided to write something fluffy. It’s called supply and demand :D
Peter, after observing your body sprawled on the floor, laughed wholeheartedly as a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, observing your sleepiness state as you pretended to do ‘snow angels’ on his floor.
Why you were at this apartment? Well, it was simple. While your parents were away on a business trip you were too scared to sleep alone in your own apartment so Peter volunteered to take you in for a couple of days…
…but he didn’t things would escalate to this.
“Peter! Look at my snow angels!” Continuing to mess up his rug a little bit with the constant moving of both your arms and legs, the male couldn’t help but conceal a laugh at how embarrassing this moment was.
Let’s hope he won’t text Ned about this in the morning.
As his concealed laughs turned into light snickers, he noticed your energy deplete from your body as you awkwardly stopped the moving of both your arms and legs. Completely drained, you stopped making ‘snow angels’ and cuddled into the uncomfortable rug, too lazy to move to the bed just inches away from you which caused Peter to smile charmingly at your now ‘asleep’ body.
Technically you were half-asleep, but he didn’t mind because he was already admiring you.
As you cuddled more into the now messed up rug, Peter couldn’t help but cock his head and observe you; completely intrigued by the way you made yourself comfy on a hard floor.
It may have been completely simple but to Peter it was fascinating, especially how you made something as negative as sleeping on a hard, uncomfortable rug to something as positive as looking completely peaceful, inside and out.
Just the way your body curved in the dim light caused a light pink dust to dance across his cheeks, forcing him to turn his head to ‘observe’ an old lamp fetched out of a dumpster – but he couldn’t keep his eyes on that old piece of dirt for too long.
Every single time he tried to remove his gaze from your physique it always happened to wonder back to your beautiful face.
Your hair was swiped on the floor, static causing small strands of your hair to go up which left you with childlike features; something Peter completely loved about you. Your eyes were now closed while your lips were pulled in a tight line, giving you the appearance of a sleeping small infant which caused Peter to blossom even more as he glanced over your gentle features, trying to figure out why he was acting like this.
Peter has always been around you for years now, you guys technically grew up together, but he never looked at you like this…
…like a complete angel.
His cheeks were now a pigmented red as he observed your define features – cheesy, I know – but at this very moment he noticed something different about you. The slight rising of your chest as you breathed caused his chest to clench tightly. The light beating of your heart pounded against his ear drums, causing a light smile to spread across his face.
Right now he was looking at you in a different light – literally – and he was completely loving it.
“What am I going to do with you?” His usual smile plastered on his face as he swiftly jumped off his top bunk, making sure he didn’t disturb you as he gently grabbed your frail body and pulled you in his arms. His gentle facial features close to your own before he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing you to bury your face into his defined chest which Peter adored completely.
Too afraid to wake you up, Peter leaned against the cold metal of his bunkbed before he placed you securely on his lap, his arms grabbing a blanket on his bottom bunk before he placed it over the two of you – his arms securely placed around your back as he pulled you closer to his chest to give you more warmth in the chilly room.
I could get used to this. He thought as he leaned against the metal bar, closing his eyes as you breathed lightly against his chest.