spiderling ; reader imagines

Always || P.P.

your hand tangles in his messy locks and brushes them off his forehead. you continue to weave your fingers through his hair, peter pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

crap, did he just...

Peter suddenly shoots up in his spot, practically giving himself whiplash as he does so. you wince while he blinks the sleep out of his eyes.

"what time is it?" he speaks lower than usual.

are you supposed to ignore what just happened? peter was disoriented from waking up only seconds ago, sure. but, he kissed you.

"uh..." you trail off, checking your phone. he's not going to like what you have to say. "shit, it's a little after three." peter gasps and shakes some cookie crumbs off his shirt. "in the morning? oh my god, may is gonna freak! she's probably freaking already."

you sigh. "she's always freaking." hopping off the couch, peter collects both your garbage. "for good reason, y/n! I mean, her nephew is literally me! I don't make things easy." he shuffles into your kitchen and heads to the trash can.

peter is a nervous cleaner, though you wouldn't expect it from the state he keeps his room in.

"I'd freak all the time if I was my aunt, too," he grumbles to himself.

You can't help but be endeared by his mini rant because it's just so him. oh, you've got it bad for this boy.

"the one time we branch out and do movie night at your place, this is what we get," peter complains while flopping down next to you, carrying his sneakers. "I should go before may reports me as missing... again."

Your brows knitted together, you grab his hand to stop him from tying his shoelaces. he glances up at you with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

"I get it, but you can't be swinging around the city at this hour. just stay here, peter," you softly suggest. peter realizes you haven't let go of his hand yet, and he doesn't want you to. a shy smile pulls at his lips. "uh, i guess i could. maybe it'll give may some time to calm down."

his fingers play around with yours. "would... would your parents be cool with it, though?" you look back towards their room, where the door is shut. they're surely asleep by now. "what they don't know won't hurt them."

"this is a terrible idea," peter groans and hides his face in your shoulder. he lets out a quiet yawn, arms curling around your middle. "but, I'm too tired to fight you on it."

every time peter touches you, you swear you're going to combust.

"good," you pat the top of his head lightly. "it's way past our bedtime, so shall we?" peter stretches out his body, laying on the arm of the couch. "we shall. goodnight, y/n."

you push at his chest before he drifts off for real. "what are you doing?" he rolls onto his back with a frown. "what do you mean? I'm sleeping, as per your orders." you're in love with a dummy. you light-heartedly shake your head at him. "no, I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come with me."

you haul yourself off the cushion and hold out a hand for peter. he's confused, but takes it. once he gets to his feet, you begin leading him to your room.

"where are we going?" he questions. "you'll see," you shortly reply.

peter then recognizes the familiar wallpaper adorning the hall he's walked down so many times. his breath catches in his throat.

are you two sharing your bed for the night?

"right this way," you push open your bedroom door, stepping inside. peter hesitantly follows in after. he closes the door behind you, nerves clear on his face and in his actions as you make your way to your bed.

with a reassuring grin, you smooth your fingers over your comforter. "come on, get under the blankets." peter stands stiff in the middle of your room. "what? i... you want me to... are- are you sure?"

"positive. i don't bite, unless you're into that," you joke, partially. peter's face flushes, hands digging into the pockets of his sweatpants. "well, duh. I- I just, don't want you to be uncomfortable or whatever."

your playful demeanour becomes more serious. "I'm never uncomfortable with you, pete. you make me feel the safest."

"oh... okay. yeah, okay," peter nods a couple times and pads the short distance to your bed. this is the moment he's been waiting for.

he slips in next to you, confidence slightly boosted as he drapes your comforter over himself. taking initiative this time, peter faces you and hugs you close until your chests are flush against each other's. his arms stay around your middle, your own hooking around his neck.

He's enveloped in you and snuggled up in your bed. it doesn't get any better than this.

"thanks for letting me stay," peter rasps, searching for your eyes. they sparkle under the moonlight. "anytime, you know that." you drag your nails across the back of his neck soothingly. his fingers trace over your hip. Goosebumps pop up everywhere on your skin.

"I love you, y/n. really, really love you. I have for so long, but I wasn't sure how to tell you. but... I needed to," peter finally admits. there's a beat of silence while you process his confession. "I'm happy you did 'cuz I love you, too," you laugh out, peter exhaling the biggest breath of relief.

A goofy smile overtakes his features, his hands squeezing at your hips. "you do? woah... wow. we're in love, huh? always wanted to say that." you giggle and cup both his cheeks, which are a deep shade of pink. "I thought you could tell. by the way, now would be a good time to kiss me again."

Peter leans into your palm and quirks an eyebrow. "I didn't think you caught the first one." your lips ghost over his from the small space between you two. "don't underestimate me." tilting your chin head up, peter runs his thumb along your jawline. "never."

His lips collide with yours in a kiss that's been years in the making and completely worthwhile.

It turns out that movie night at your place wasn't such a bust, after all.