Another World (Y/n x Peter Parker)

Homeward Bound

The brisk autumn breeze caught up with us as the street was cast in the glow of the last drop of sunlight. Clouds covered the sky, causing the trace of sunlight to reflect through them, creating a picture-worthy moment. Goosebumps chased their way up my arms as a particularly cool gust of wind danced through the streets, flurrying up leaves in its waltz. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter turn to look at me, clearly noticing my raised arm hairs. I didn't dare turn to look at him though, out of fear that he would see the constant blush I wore from being under his gaze.

"Here, take my hoodie," he said, stopping to pull it over his head.

"Peter-" I started.

"No, Y/n, it's completely fine. I'm not even cold. And judging by the bumps on your arm, I'm assuming you need it more than me," he quips with a hint of a smirk, handing you the sweatshirt.

I took the midtown sweatshirt from him, holding it in my hand. "Peter are you sure it's okay?" I ask, tilting my head, trying to make sure his offer was genuine.

Suddenly, Peter straightened up, placing one hand on his heart and the other in the air as if he was taking a pledge, as my eyebrow raised in confusion. Confusion and utter concern for this kid's head.

"I, Peter Parker, do hereby grant Ms. Y/n Y/l/n hoodie privileges for tonight, and tonight only (he said this part turning to you with a smile), forbidding her to feel bad about having something nice done for her," he finished, putting his hands down again. I laughed, as did he as I thanked him.

"No problem," he responded, cherishing your laugh. To him, it sounded like the most beautiful symphony he had ever heard. Much better than the Midtown band. He mentally cringed as he remembered last year's spring concert.

As I pulled the blue hoodie over my head and torso, it hung down to my mid-thigh. The sleeves covered my hands with even more unfilled space. It was nice though, being oversized and all. But also because it was his. I breathed in the scent of his faded cologne and I swear I could have melted right there and then. Whatever he uses, it smelled like pure bliss to me.

Peter, who had subconsciously started staring at you as soon as you took the hoodie, burst out laughing as he saw how enormous his sweatshirt was on you.

I looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed, but my expression soon showing a smile as his laughing brought you undoubted joy. "What?" I ask.

"It was always a little big on me, but-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before laughing once more. He didn't know why he thought this was so funny to him, just the thought of you in his clothing gave him butterflies, which he guessed fueled his laughter.

It wasn't long before I joined in on the laughter, attempting to hit him with the extra length on the sleeve, but that just made him laugh even more.

As you finally each pulled yourself out of the laughing fit, you continued walking towards your apartment complex. It was less awkward now, as you each felt the ice had been broken, and you quite enjoyed his company.

You ended up talking about everything from hobbies and passions, to favorite songs and movies, and why you loved them so much. It was interesting to see a more in-depth view of Peter and his mind, and you felt even closer to him than ever before.

When the topic rolled around to Star Wars, Peter had a lot to say. I listened to him talk about his favorite scenes and how he connected to the movies, as well as the fan theories he thought were the wildest.