Pictures of Love (Peter Parker)
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends since they were children and as kids, used to childishly flirt with one another all the time until one day, Peter stopped and so did Y/n. Y/N doesn’t realize it until one day looking through old home movies with Aunt May.
A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic I thought up. I hope you like it!
“Aw, May! I can’t believe you found these!” You cried as you held the old VHS tapes in your hands, each one labeled with a different point in Peter’s life, some titles including your own name. “We have to watch some of these.”
“I was thinking since you’re staying over, you, Peter and I could watch the ones you’re in. You know, reminisce in the old days.”
“May, I would love that." You replied, running your finger along the edge on the tapes, bringing back memories of Peter’s aunt and uncle running around with the camera following you two. "Peter! Hurry up, you slow poke!”
“Okay, okay! I’m coming! Jeez, Y/n, you can’t rush perfection.” Peter stated, waltzing into the room with a bowl of popcorn in hand.
He set the bowl down in front of you and May, who quickly took pieces of the snack as if they’d waited an eternity to eat.
“So much for perfection,” You said. “it’s a little too salty.”
May laughed. “Agreed. Now, Y/n, would you like to do the honors and pick out a video?”
“Gladly!” You chirped, leaning forward and finding a tape that caught your eye when you looked through them earlier.
You picked out the tape marked “Peter and Y/n at the park, age 4” and rose from your seat to put the tape into the player before sitting back down, leaning into Peter, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.
“Mr. Ben!” Your little voice rang from the tv speakers as your childish grin appeared on the screen. “Watch me do a sumsault!”
Ben’s laughter erupted from the speaker as he focused the camera to show your whole body. “It’s called a somersault, honey. But, I’m watching you, okay?”
“Okay!” You cried before you got down in the grass and did a somersault. “Mr. Ben, where’s Peter?”
The camera changed focus from you to the surrounding areas, in search of little Peter. It finally found him sitting in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers as he picked a bright purple one.
Peter rose from his spot on the ground, the flower in his little grip as he carefully walked around the other flowers and towards you.
The camera then followed Peter on his walk from the patch he sat in to you while you sat in the grass, watching him approach you.
Peter threw his arm before him, pushing the flower into your face.
“Pretty!” you said cheerfully as Peter waddled uncomfortably.
“It’s for you!” Little Peter cried, pushing the flower into your face further.
You plucked the flower from his hand and gave him a confused look as he giggled.
“I’ll get you more!” He shouted before running off as you looked into the camera before the picture cut out.
“Aw!” May squealed. “You two were so cute!”
“I’m pretty sure Y/n was cuter.” Peter stated, smiling over at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully as you released yourself from his hold and changed the tape. Your heart swelled as your mind replayed Peter’s compliment and his gift giving in the video.
You had always has a crush on Peter, even back then when you didn’t really know what a crush was, or how one would show that they had one.
And Peter, well, Peter had a crush on you too. He always had. Even when you hesitated to accept his flowers or the compliments he’d throw your way. Even as children, he was head over heels for his best friend.
“I was such a dork. I know I was literally four, but man, I was a little weirdo.”
You had to admit, Peter with his little flowers was the cutest thing you’d seen in a long time. You thought it was sweet that he had tried to impress your little self with plants.
It was undeniable, from the very start, it seemed as though you and Peter were made for one another.
But, it seemed like all a cruel joke to you since Peter always seemed to be thinking about your friend, Liz. Always a boy with his head in the clouds as he talked to Ned about the girl he thought was beautiful.
“Peter!” You little voice called out for your best friend.
“What, bug?! I’m standing right next to you!”
You and Peter were about six years old, in costumes of your favorite super heroes. You, being Captain America and Peter being Iron Man.
You laughed as you watched the two of you on the tv screen before you glanced over at Peter, who’s arm was up around your shoulders again as he chuckled at the sight of you two.
“Peter, why do you call Y/n bug?” May’ s voice came through the speakers, dripping of kindness as sweet as honey while Ben focused the camera on Peter.
“Be-because Y/n l-likes lady bugs and she likes pretty flowers and s-she is my best friend! A-and she’s pretty like lady bugs and you, Aunt May!” Peter stammered as he spit out the thought out explanation, like it was a secret he didn’t want to tell.
It was then that you made a small squeaking sound and threw your arm’s around Peter’s neck, catching the little boy off guard.
“Thank you, Peter!” You cried out shaking the boy as you hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek with a quiet smack.
Peter let out an audible gasp before pushing you away from him.
“Bug! That’s gross! You have cooties!” Peter cried out, wiping off the wet spot on his face as May scolded him for being rude.
That’s when the screen went out before it showed you and Peter tucked in Peter’s bed, holding one another as you slept soundly with light snores echoing the room. The screen went black once again.
You looked over at Aunt May, who had fallen asleep on the edge of the couch as you gazed up at Peter, your arm draped over his waist and his arm around yours. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Peter tensed as he froze for a moment. His cheeks heated up as he bit back a smile before looking at you.
“I would yell that you have cooties, but I’ll refrain from doing so.” He whispered into your ear.
The close proximity of Peter’s warm breath on your cold neck and his words set your skin on fire as you playfully pushed him in an attempt to ease the tension you felt.
“Just go put another tape in.” You muttered.
“As you wish.” Peter replied before he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and got up from next to you.
Peter, in all the time you’d been friends, had never kissed you on the cheek. Nor, had he ever crossed the line between platonic action and romantic difference.
It was an odd and new sensation you felt giddy about.
Yes, you had been kissed on the cheek by other boys, but it hadn’t felt the same as Peter’s kiss had. It was different, new and it made you feel as though you were on cloud nine.
Peter plopped down on the seat next to you as you changed position and laid your legs on him as you leaned back on the arm of the chair. Peter ran his fingers along the lining of your pajama pants as the screen came to life.
“Here, bug!” Little Peter cried, holding a ring pop out to your six year old self.
“A ring pop?! Thank you, Peter!”
You took the ring pop from him and placed it on your ring finger, admiring the blue candy jewel that sat on yellow plastic.
“We’re married now!” Peter hollered before looking at the camera. “That was an epic wedding, right, Uncle Ben?”
“The most epic, Peter.” Ben chuckled. “But Y/n is supposed to know when you’re going to be married. You have to ask if she wants to be.”
Peter then turned to you and smiled before speaking up. “Bug, do you wanna be married to me?”
You titled your head in confusion as you tugged at your “Save Ferris” t shirt.
“What does that mean, Peter?”
“What does what mean? Married?”
Peter looked at the camera, or the man behind the camera in an unsure manner before he let his eyes gaze back at you.
“Well, i-it it means th-that we share out candy and then w-we hold hands when it’s c-cold!”
“Then, I wanna be married!” You announced before you threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.
The camera went out before it unleashed a picture of you and Peter in your playhouse.
“What are you guys doing?” It was May behind the camera now as she bent down and watched you two play.
“We’re playing house!” You announced, your ring pop no longer had a jewel on it, but a bit of a slobbering mess.
“Uh huh!” Peter agreed. “Bug is the mommy and I’m the daddy.”
“And these are our babies.” You held up two of your dolls. “Nikin and Luke!”
“It’s Anakin, bug.” Peter corrected. “I named them, Aunt May.”
“Yeah, Ms. May, Peter named them after the guys in Star Wars.”
“It was better than the names bug wanted.” Peter added.
“What did you want to name them, sweetie?” May asked you.
“Ferris and Ducky! Like those people in the movies my mom and I watch.” You explained. “But, I let Peter name the babies cause I like him. But it’s a secret Ms. May, so shh.”
You pressed a finger to your lips as you shushed May.
“I can hear you, bug.” Peter said, not looking up from the play kitchen.
“No you can’t!” You snapped. “Cause I didn’t say anything!”
Then the screen went out and the tape was over.
You took a glance at the clock and then at Peter before you rose from your seat.
“We should probably go to bed. It’s late.” You stated as you turned on your heel and started to walk to Peter’s room.
“I’ll meet you in the room. I’ve got to get Aunt May to bed.”
You signed as you closed the door behind you and leaned up against it. Your mind was going crazy with all the memories of you and Peter and all the feelings you’ve felt for him being recorded in home videos.
It wasn’t until now that you realized Peter has feelings for you when you were kids, but there was no way he liked you now. Every time Peter’s eyes started to wander the lunch room, they weren’t looking for you, they were looking at your friend, Liz.
You took a seat on the bed as Peter walked in, his camera in hand.
“What’s with the camera?” You asked.
“I thought we could add some new memories to the home movies.”
“So you want to video tape me going to bed?” You asked, the camera capturing the confused look on your face.
“No, there was something else I wanted to tape.” Peter said. “Do you want to go out with me?”
“What? Are you messing with me?”
“Um, no? Bug, I love you. I always have. I just want you to know that and I want you to be my girlfriend because you’ve always been there for me from the start.”
“Oh, Peter. Of course I’ll go out with you.” You stated as Peter turned the camera tho face him.
You got up and stood before him as he positioned the camera to face the two of you. You looked into the lens. “You probably don’t want to see this.” You said before covering the lens with your hand and kissing Peter with as much passion as he had when he picked that people flower so long ago.