(About 7:30 p.m., Thursday)
I hear the front door open and May’s voice as she calls into the apartment from the door. A moment later, I can hear the door shut but I don’t move from my spot on top of Peter. I can feel Peter’s hand squeeze my own lightly and I can’t help but squeeze back.
“Peter, I’m home!” May calls, walking into the living room and stopping once she sees me as well. “Oh, hi, y/n,” she greets, smiling sweetly as she sets her stuff down on the floor. Her eyes scan over Peter and I, eyebrows slightly raised as her gaze pauses on our hands, but she says nothing else.
I smile at her and I plan to wave, but I can’t because Peter’s on one of my arms and his hand is currently in my other hand so I just nodded awkwardly, my face flushed red.
“I should actually be going home,” I mumble, reluctantly getting up from my comfortable snuggle with Peter and shaking the blankets from my shoulders. “My mom will want me home.”
Peter stands up with me, stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll walk you home.”
I give May a quick hug and wave goodbye as I walk to the door, putting my shoes and coat on while Peter does the same. I walk out of the apartment and we’re both awkwardly silent during the elevator ride down to the ground floor. Once we exit the building, I pause and quickly shove my hands in my pockets as the cold air touches my bare skin.
“God, it’s cold,” I say in an attempt to break through the awkwardness of the situation, already shivering.
Peter’s shaking too when I glance at him. “It is,” he says, starting to walk as I follow.
“You were right about that show. Manifest is very interesting. Jared is such a liar!” he exclaims. “I would never do that like he did to Mick. I know that if I truly loved someone, I would wait forever in hopes that they would come back. … Or even after they don’t.”
I smile, but only half heartedly. “Any girl would be lucky to date you Peter.” I blush furiously as soon as I say that. “I mean— I—”
Peter chuckles at my flustered embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I know what you meant. Or do I…” he teases, bumping into me a little as we walk.
I gently bump into him back, laughing quietly. “You tease.”
He only smiles and slides his hand into my pocket to grab my own. There it is! The hand holding again. What is going on…?
“I’m not a tease.”
“Are too.” I fix my fingers into the palm of his hand to try and warm them up a bit from the cold. “How are your hands so warm?” I ask, secretly enjoying the hand holding way too much.
“How are yours so cold?” he retorts, taking my hand out of my pocket and gently exhaling on my fingers as we walk together. “I feel like they’re always colder than the weather.” He continues to warm my hands with his breath.
“Are they?” I can barely speak, silently swooning at the boy next to me.
“All the time,” Peter confirms to me, pressing my hand right underneath his jawline where it’s the warmest.
I’m thankful for the darkness outside to hide my blush. Peter stops in the middle of the sidewalk, turning me towards him and taking my other hand, putting it in the same place on the other side of his face.
My first instinct is to pull my hands back, but I just can’t. I look at both of our hands and then my eyes meet Peter’s. Peter doesn’t look away, and neither do I. It’s like the cold December night around us doesn’t even matter. All that either of us care about is each other’s eyes. Peter keeps his hands over mine and I keep my hands below his jawline, my thumbs ever so slightly on his cheeks. It’s so intense, I only feel my love for the boy standing in front of me grow. For a moment, I can almost think I see the same thing I feel reflecting in Peter’s eyes, but before anything more can happen, a car drives past and we’re both snapped out of our dazes.
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Secret Santa - Peter Parker x Reader
FanfictionY/n and Peter have been best friends since childhood. Y/n and Peter both have crazy crushes on each other but they are both too oblivious to notice anything different. That was... Until the speech teacher decides to do a Secret Santa assignment in h...
