Can’t Help Falling in Love - Peter Parker
Request: I was wondering if you could write a peter parker x reader and have the reader being able to play the Ukulele? And maybe have peter not know she plays and he catching he playing/singing? Lots of Fluff? I hope you notice this! Ps love your writing sweetheart💚 (requested by @nevaehsuga)
Summary: As an avid music lover, the ukulele was just another instrument you had learned to play. However when Peter catches you playing, he can’t help but be amazed.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: major fluff like i was squealing while i was writing
A/N: first request guys! this was super fun to write, so i hope y’all enjoy. i’m working on a part 2 to Forgiveness in Time, so that’ll be up tomorrow. remember that requests are open and im honestly so happy when i get them! ALSO ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS!
There were three constants in you life; your love for your family, space, and music.
Growing up, the relationship between you, your parents, and your sibling was tight. No matter the situation, the love shared between yourselves was constant.
Space was also consistent. To anyone else, space is just something out of their reach; a beautiful sight to behold, but no one bothers to look because they are busy sleeping. Not you, though. Although space had always fascinated you (let’s be real; NASA was the goal), space was just a way to show that there was so much you didn’t know, and that you curiosity was always overpowering.
Music, however, was not an art. To you, it was a religion. From as long as you could remember, music had been incorporated into your life. In the fourth grade, you joined an Honours Choir, signing in competitions all across New York City. In the seventh grade, you joined the middle school band. You picked up the clarinet and played well enough to have been invited to join the New York City Honour Band less than a year after you started to play.
Your love only blossomed from there. When you became old enough to discover Broadway, you immediately fell in love. You bought countless cast albums, and still cry every time you listen to Hamilton. As soon as you started high school, you were auditioning in the school’s production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Along the way, you mastered the piano, you taught yourself the guitar, and even learning some trumpet.
But the small, charming instrument called the ukulele captured your heart.
In middle school, you were definitely the ‘always-on-Tumblr-oh-my-god-Tyler-Joseph-is-my-dad’ kid, and after hearing House of Gold by Twenty One Pilots for the first time, you instantly fell in love with the charming stringed instrument, later running to your favourite music store and buying yourself a ukulele.
You picked up the ukulele very quickly after already knowing how to play guitar, and every extra second you had to spare was strumming that instrument.
Which was where you found yourself that Saturday afternoon. Instead of studying for your biology exam, you found yourself distracted and desperately craving the sound of the ukulele. So, you pushed your textbooks aside and grabbed your ukulele, strumming a few chords.
Before you know it, you find yourself strumming the chords to We Don’t Believe What’s On TV by Twenty One Pilots.
The song was special to you, solely because it reminded you of your best friend, Peter Parker.
You had met him after school during rehearsal night. You were starring as Esmeralda in the Hunchback and slipped out of the auditorium to grab some water while the ensemble was learning some choreography. As you stepped away from the water fountain, you noticed a blur of someone wearing red and blue skin tight material run past you and up the stairs. Curiously, you had followed him.
The staircase lead to an empty hall, aside from Peter Parker standing at his locker, attempting to stuff something inside it.
“Peter?” you call out, “Peter Parker?”
You watched as his head whips around. “Yeah? That’s me. Uh–(Y/N)?”
You walk closer to him. The closer you got, the more nervous he seemed.
“What are you doing here this late?” you question.
Peter scratches the back of his neck. “I could ask you the same question.”
“I’m at rehearsal. We’re doing The Hunchback this year, remember?”
“Oh,” was his only response, forgetting to answer your question completely.
You put a hand on your hip and continue, “Say, did you see someone run up here? Clad in red and blue spandex?”
He stutters out a, “No.”
“So then what are you doing at your locker?”
“Getting some books I forgot, I told you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
You roll your eyes, getting impatient. Finally deciding that enough was enough, you grabbed the handle to his unlocked locker. Despite Peter’s pleas, you yank it open to find the Spiderman suit hung on the coat hook.
“You’re Spiderman,” you say in disbelief.
“You can’t tell anyone.”
So you didn’t. You and Peter came up with a deal. Peter was in the same Biology class as you were, and as much as you hated to admit it, you needed a tutor. So in exchange for keeping your secret, Peter helped you not only pass, but ace the midterms.
As the months went by, your 'business deal’ turned into a friendship, and on your part, love.
You got to the chorus of the song and began to sing.
“I need to know that when I fail you’ll still be here,
'Cause if you stick around I’ll sing you pretty sounds,
And we’ll make money selling your hair.
I don’t care what’s in your hair,
I just wanna know what’s on your mind,
I used to say, ‘I wanna die before I’m old,’
But because of you I might think twice.”
You continue to strum and finish the song with some occasional singing and humming. As you strum the last chord, a slow clapping comes from the fire escape outside your window.
There you find Peter clad in his Spiderman suit, mask off, sitting on your windowsill.
A blush comes up your cheeks as you stand up to close the door and pull him inside your room.
“Pete! What are you doing here? Someone coulda seen you!” you scold him, but your insides were screaming in joy that Peter decided to stop by.
He laughs and slings the backpack he was wearing off his shoulders, gesturing for you to turn around so he can get changed. You quickly spin against your heel, but you manage to sneak a glance at Peter’s insanely sculpted back muscles before he slipped on a shirt.
You finally become aware that he had finished changing as you heard the squeak in your mattress as Peter sits down. “I didn’t know you could play,” he says while inspecting the ukulele laying on top of your comforter.
You sit next to him and smile a little, “I picked it up a couple weeks ago. I haven’t really shown anyone. Well, until you showed up.”
He laughs and nudges your shoulder before replying, “Well, I’m glad I did because you are absolutely breathtaking.”
You stare at him and smile, “Thanks, Pete.”
He smiles back and look back at the ukulele, turning it in his hands. He plucks each string one by one, before strumming all four together. He turns to look at you again.
“Teach me?” he asks, looking at you hopefully.
You nod in return and move your hand above his, moving his fingers above certain strings to form a chord.
“Now strum,” you instruct.
With his opposite hand, his fingers gracefully strum the strings. The beautiful sound reverberated in your ears.
“I did it!” he says excitedly, with the biggest smile on his face.
You let out a giggle at how cute he was, “Yes you did, you big dork. Now, shut up so I can teach you a song.”
After a couple of minutes, he learns the rest of the chords. And in less than an hour, he plays the song almost flawlessly.
You watch him with a smile as he stands up on your bed to do a celebratory dance, ukulele still in his hands.
“Peter!” you manage to say in between your fits of laughter, “come down before you break yourself, or my ukulele!”
He laughs at you, but sits back down beside you nevertheless. You had retreated to the floor, using the bed as a back rest in fear that Peter was going to jump on you.
After the laughter dies, he places the ukulele in front of you and turns to you.
“What song did you teach me anyways? You never told me.”
“Oh!” you say with a surprised tone, “it was I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You.”
“Good,” Peter says with a slight smirk on his face.
“What?” you ask, utterly confused.
Peter smiles and shakes his head. “Well,” he starts, “it’s good to know that the girl you fell in love with can’t help falling in love with you, too.”
Your mouth drops in shock, trying to process what just happened.
Deciding that it didn’t matter you quickly uttered, “Peter Parker, you are the smoothest dork I know,” before pressing your lips to his.
He makes a noise in response before responding. His arms find their way to your back, pulling you closer to his honey tasting lips, and your hands find themselves wrapped around his neck, playing with his hair. He begins to lean closer, but accidentally ends up kicking your ukulele in the process, a sour sounding chord playing quietly. You both pull away in laughter.
“I’ll make you deal. You keep teaching me how to play, and you’ll do me the greatest honour in letting me be your boyfriend,” Peter says as he tucks a stand of (Y/H/C) hair behind your ears.
You smile and pull him in for another kiss. You whisper back in adoration, “It’s a deal.”