[peter parker imagines & headcanons]
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a series of moments where y/n & peter say i love you
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THE SOFT FABRIC drowned your body, so much so that the short sleeves almost came to your elbows and the hem grazed your thighs - covering the cotton of your little pyjama shorts wholly. It smelt like him, like honey and hazelnuts and all things great. The very thought had your beating heart, candescent and warm, becoming doused with a gracious intent.
It brought a glow to your cheeks, a soft smile lifting your lips as you peered down at yourself. It was one of his science pun tshirts that you loved to no extent, and you were wholeheartedly surprised when he had plucked the clothing item from his drawer and gently placed it in your hands with a shy smile only a couple of minutes beforehand.
It was his favourite shirt, and he wanted you to wear it.
The revelation only made the apples of your cheeks glow an even darker hue, your body blushing along with them. You turned to the mirror of his bathroom, eyeing the way your face was makeup free, but glowing with a radiance of pure happiness and a fading fiery blush. You looked happy, you observed as you grappled with your hair in the reflective surface - finally getting it up into a messy bun on the top of your head after a few tries. You were happy, and you only had Peter Parker to thank for that.
Gingerly, you twisted the lock with a click, and opened the bathroom door. The light under May's bedroom door was out, and you knew she'd gone to sleep for the night. It was quite late, after all. With that acknowledgement, you tiptoed past her door and crept across the hall - ever so gently opening Peter's bedroom door and slipping inside, not wanting to wake the kind woman.
Your warm eyes of honey and love were instantly brought to life when you saw your boyfriend stood in the centre of his room, clad in cerise hello kitty pyjama bottoms and a plain shirt. The gracious light from his bedside lamp had his features glowing angelically, the light luminous against the pout of his cupid's bow and the rosiness of his cheeks, as he flicked through the channels on his tv - unaware yet so lovely.
Your bare feet padded quietly against his carpet as you neared him, wounding your arms under his and around his middle from behind. You felt him jump lightly against your daint hold, obviously not hearing you come back from getting ready for bed despite his spider-senses. You didn't know that Peter's thoughts were soconsumed by you that he couldn't concentrate on anything else, not even the abilities of his superhero alias.
The sound of your faint giggles, as you leant your forehead on the area between his shoulder blades and pressed a kiss to the middle of his back, had Peter smiling so lovingly. Your heartfelt affection always warmed his heart, and he couldn't help himself when he swivelled around in your gentle clutch and let himself hug you back - close to his chest, where you belonged.
"Nice pyjama bottoms," You mumbled into his clothed chest, and he could practically feel your teasing smile pressed up against him.
"I look better than you, baby," He joked right back, his beam happy as he pulled back just so. He peered down at your attire and the grin on his lips slowly dropped into an open-mouthed gape, his eyes widening and his cheeks suddenly ablaze with hot reds.
