Peter Parker Imagines/Oneshots

Movie Night (Part 3)

Warnings: Cursing. Angst? Making out. Cuddling. Cheesy dialogue. YoU hAvE bEeN wArNeD!!!

It had been two weeks since you had found Peter in your room. Neither of you had said anything to the other, and anytime you were even in the same room, everyone felt the tension. You wouldn't even look at each other. Inside, it was killing you, but on the outside you showed indiference. None of the other's knew what was said, or even knew you and Peter got into a fight, but it was clear something had happened, and neither of you were ready to talk about it.

You were sitting in your room, sharpening your throwing knives, taking your pent up anger and frustration and hurt out on the small chunk of metal. In a moment of distraction, your knife slipped, slicing your finger open.

"Ah shit," you mutter, shaking your hand out at your side. You make your way out of your room and to the kitchen, ignoring the small noises of metal clattering together as you walked by Peters door.

It was close to midnight, and all the lights were off, everyone having retreated to the comfort of their rooms. At least everyone except the ones that share a floor with Vision.

After rinsing the blood off your finger, you wrap it with a small avengers themed bandage, not bothering to look at which hero it represented. You started walking back to your room, telling Friday to turn the kitchen light off once you got to the hallway.

The next few seconds happened so fast that you could barely process what was going on around you. Just as you walked past Peters door, it swings open, and a hand reaches out, yanking you into his room. Two hands held both of your arms to your sides, forcing your back against the now closed door. You feel a pair of lips press firmly against yours, and you can clearly make out the smell of Peter's cologne. Before you can stop yourself, you kiss back, embracing the familiar feeling of his lips against yours. That's when you remind yourself that you're still mad, and you werent going to start the never ending cycle of hurt all over again.

You push him away by his chest, anger flashing across your face in the dim light of his bedside lamp. "What are you doing, Peter," you ask, completely dumbfounded by what he was doing.

"Look I've thought about what you said, and you're right. You are already a constant target becasue of your dad, and the fact that you know all of our identities only makes it more dangerous." He hesitates, trying to find the right words to continue.

"Ok? I already knew that. So what? Why'd you trap me in here Peter? I told you I can't keep doing this, ok? This isn't fair to either of us." You were flat out annoyed, but Peter still stood inches away from you, his hands on the door on either side of you, keeping you from going anywhere.

"I know. I know I've hurt you, and I know this is confusing and stressful and just- god I don't know what I'm saying," he mutters the last part, bring his hands up to run his fingers through his hair. Your heart slightly broke at the boy in front of you. You had never seen Peter act like this. Just completely clueless and desperate and... lost. "I havent stopped thinking about you these past two weeks. Everytime I see you, I think about the fight and the fact that we can't be together. This is killing me, (Y/n)," he emphasizes. "I want to be with you. I just don't want to see you get hurt." His eyes tear up at the thought. You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.

"I'm not gonna get hurt by being with you" You whisper, leaning your forehead against his.

"How do you know," he asks just as softly, your bodies molding to each other as he holds you firmly by your waist.

"Because, the only thing that could hurt me is you leaving." With that, you smash your lips onto his, this time not stopping after a few seconds. Peter's hands run down the sides of your body, resting on your hips. You run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging as you sloppily kiss him. A euphoric feeling erupted in every place your boddies connected. He groans, gently squeezing your hips, making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, battling for dominance as he pushes your back against the door. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, gripping onto your thighs. You don't realize he has moved until you feel your back hit the mattress, his bed forming to the curves of your body as he climbs on top of you. He breaks away from your lips, kissing down your jaw towards your neck, gently sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You twist your head away to give him better access, running your hands up and down his toned back through his shirt.

He pulls away, breathing heavy as he brings his head back up to your face, caressing your cheek. He stares lovingly into your eyes, gazing at you as if you were the last thing he would ever see.

"Please don't leave again," you whisper, bring your hands back up to play with his hair. Peter's body hovers over yours, your chests touching with every deep breath you take. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away again.

"I promise." He rolls off to the side, laying next to you, his head resting on the pillow inches away from you. You bring your hand up, lightly running your fingertips over his cheek as a small grin spreads across his face.

"Oh. And by the way," he starts, making you look at him curiously. "I like your bandaid." Only then did you realize the bandage on your finger was Spider-man themed. You can't help but laugh, leaning in to kiss Peter one more time before snuggling into his chest.

"It wasn't intentional," you tell him as he wraps you in his arms. You end up falling asleep like that, his familiar smell overwhelming your senses, not allowing you to think about anything else. It reminded you that he was here, in this moment, right now, and that is all you needed for it to be perfect.

Ok so I have never actually written anything past a small kiss, so please tell me if this chapter needs to be deleted off the face of the Earth. I did not expect this story to go like this, but I actually kinda like it. It ended up being way longer than I expected, but sometimes thats just how it goes.

Please comment what you thought, and if you have any requests for Bradley Baker or Todd Hewitt. I am expanding this book because I have recently fallen in love with a few more of Tom Holland's characters, and I can find literally no oneshots about them.

Anyways, I hope you all have a great day, and stay safe and healthy,
Anna