pov- imagines

FAMILY- P. PARKER

pairings: peter parker x reader, reader x ocs, peter parker x ocs
warnings: none? ig peter with glasses and a little freaking out at the beginning
about: requested! peter meets your family
a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you like this!

your eye twitched as you stared, hearing the words peter was saying but being unable to process them. this was not as serious as you were making it out to be, you knew that, but dammit, were you still nervous. your fingers were drummed lighty on your thigh, watching peter hunched over his desk, scrawling sentences on his notebook.

"y/n?" peter asked, suddenly at your legs. "are you okay? you kind of spaced out for a second there."

you let out a long breath, squeezing your eyes shut, "i'm leaving to go visit my family for a weekend, and- i love them so much, but i'm going to miss you, and it's so many people, i'm just really nervous, i haven't seen my aunt gloria in like four years and my aunt maribel always ambushes me about the boyfriend and the-"

"hey, calm down, it's- you're gonna miss me?" peter asked, cutting himself off and you glared at him. "okay, not the point, why are you so nervous about this?"

you shrugged, nuzzling your head into his shoulder when he sat down next to you, "i love them but they're just a lot. it's just-" you sighed, a stray conversation between you and your mother from a few days ago coming back to you. "hey," you started, lifting your head off of peter's body. "do you have plans this weekend? my mom told me to extend an invitation to you if you were free."

peter's face lit up, and you relished in the shine in his eyes. "yeah! yeah, i'm free! you really want me to meet your family?"

you sucked in a small breath in remembering that fact but nodded, "yes. i kind of breezed over that fact, which i shouldn't have, but now that i can think about it, i do. i'm so sure they're going to love you."

"i hope they do," peter said, nerves laced within his voice and you pouted, pressing your lips to his jaw. "they will. i doubt anyone couldn't."

peter snorted, "yeah, well ask flash. or the vulture. or-"

"they're literal villains! and flash- they'll love you, you'll see."

-

you were still nervous on the day you left for the huge cabin you and your family would be staying at; although considerably less so with peter's arm wrapped around you and his lips repeatedly pressing kisses to your cheek in the backseat of your mother's car. you could practically feel your anxiety melting with each press of his lips against your cheek.

as he rested his head against your shoulders, you twirled his hair around your fingers, appreciating the effect the shower he'd taken hurriedly had had on his hair; leaving it damp and curlier than usual. he was silent for the most part, until he lifted his head and you dropped your hand.

"so, tell me about your family members! what are all their names?" peter requested, and your mother raised an eyebrow, "that's going to take a lot longer than this trip."

you nodded, "she's right, it's better if i just introduce them to you when we get there."

you whisper now, "i will tell you that my aunt lauren- really skinny and small- will ask you if you're a secret superhero. she doesn't know anything, she asks everyone that, don't panic.

"i have a bajillion little cousins that will be all over you, so hopefully you don't get too annoyed by children. my uncle carlos will clap you really hard on the back, my aunt lola likes to be called lolita and will bake you too many cookies to eat. please eat them even if you hate them, she's just trying to make everyone happy."

peter is nodding along, as focused as you've seen him in class. "she sounds sweet, and i doubt i'll have any problems with your uncle carlos, seeing as i'm spider-man and all."

you laugh softly, rolling your eyes. "yes, well, let's see how well spider-man can handle twenty or so relatives throwing themselves at him."

-

you almost feel dumb for stressing out so much about the event while you watch peter interact with your family- key word almost, when you notice the pleading look he's sending you while being trapped in your grandmother's embrace. you walk over to him at once, tapping your grandmother's shoulder lightly, "grandma? pete needs to breathe," you point out, and she pulls away, "oh, i'm sorry!" she exclaims, patting him on the cheek, "i have to attend to rosa's mess of a dinner in the kitchen, it was nice to meet you," she tells peter. he nods, and your grandma begins to walk away, stopping next to you. "he's so cute," she whispers to you, but, of course, peter catches it and beams.

your grandmother strokes your cheek before slapping it gently as a form of goodbye, walking away.

"they do like me!" peter whispers excitedly, and you smile at him, grabbing his hand, "of course they do, but these are the easy ones." he tilts his head at you, looking so much like a puppy that you nearly coo. "what do you mean?" he asks, and you tug him by the hand, heading to another room.

you bite your lip, "my cousins. the first boyfriend i brought here, they told me they didn't like him, and two months later, i found out he cheated. it's happened two times, they're, like, psychic."

"this is making me nervous," peter mumbled, drawing small circles on your hand. humming, you turn to him, promising your next words, "you're going to be fine, you'll see."

you kiss his nose and give his hand a squeeze, "they're just little kids."

you open the door, "with surprising intuitive abilities," you mutter before your favorite little cousin spots and immediately runs to you. "y/n!" she screams, and you grin, bending down to her level and picking her up. "hi, kami!" you greet, kissing her cheek, and she giggles. she pauses for a second, squinting at peter standing behind you. "who's this?" she asks, and you turn slightly, "this is peter, he's my boyfriend."

peter extends his hand to her with a dorky smile, and she looks at him for a moment before taking it.

other small people are beginning to crowd around you, and you put kamila down, gasping at all the barbies being shown to you and eventually being directed to sit down at a chair, nodding along to an explanation of a video game you'd seen peter play before.

after a little while, diego is distracted enough for you to be able to look up and see peter, in his absolute element, playing with kamila, liam, and veronica. he's smiling, watching kamila color with veronica in his lap. liam is poking at his arm, directing his attention to the tablet in his chubby hands. veronica swipes at peter's glasses, which sit perched on his nose.

with brown curls falling over his forehead, black rimmed glasses on his face, and surrounded by your little cousins, you can feel yourself falling even deeper for him, because how can you not? how can you not love the boy who is sitting in a cabin with your family, entertaining the cousins you love?

before you can freak out properly, you are pulled away by kamila, who has appeared by your side and instructs you to play in the play kitchen with her.

not five minutes after, while you are in the middle of making a fake salad, peter appears beside you, offering his help to kamila. he gets right to work, turning the knobs on the plastic kitchen, and he turns to you and mouths trophy husband with a goofy smile.

seeing him mixing a bowl of plastic food, you're reminded of the alarming realization of just how in love you are with peter parker.