May turns from the fridge, shutting it as she grabs out juice. Her eyes widen as she catches sight of my panicked face. "Oh, hello, Y/n, do you need something? What’s going on..?"
I grab May's arm, squeezing it and shaking her like a psycho. "I can't do this anymore! I might explode!"
May slowly sets the juice on the counter, looking concerned. "Is something wrong?"
"May, what do I do!?" I rapidly pace the kitchen, trying to catch my breath. "His cuddly-cuteness is going to be the death of me! I'm gonna have a heart attack if he smiles at me one more time!"
May starts laughing, pouring herself a cup of orange juice and putting the jug back in the fridge. "I'm guessing this is about your little crush on Peter?"
"Little!? Oh, nonono," I say, still pacing. "This is not a little crush!"
I hear May mutter something under her breath before she drinks some of her orange juice, laughing again to herself.
"What'd you say?" I ask, finally calming enough to force myself to stop pacing.
May repeats what she had said so that I can hear it. "Your crush is no smaller than Peter's.."
"What?" It feels like a stone drops into my stomach at her words and I gape for a moment in disbelief. "No way, never, he would never like me like that, not in a million years."
May just chuckles. "Never say never, Y/n."
"I will say never!" I shake my head. "For goodness sake, he is so out of my league!"
"Funny. He said the same thing about you yesterday," May says, looking at me.
"H— He did?" I stutter. Holy crap— NO. WAY.
Peter Parker!? Like ME!? I ask myself in my shock.
May nods in response. "But I'm not the one who told you." She presses a finger to her lips and turns back to her orange juice. "Now go back to your little crush. You'll live."
I blush, trying to hide my face as I leave the kitchen and walk back up the stairs toward Peter’s room. As I push the door open from its cracked position and step in, I’m caught off guard by somebody's body weight bowling me over. As I topple over onto Peter’s bed, I yelp and it’s not until I’m on my back looking up that I see Peter over top of me, smiling down triumphantly at me.
“Gotcha!” he shouts, laughing.
My shocked feeling quickly fades into playfulness and I squirm beneath his weight. “No, you don’t!” I pull my arm up and try to push him off but Peter doesn’t budge from his place above me.
Peter just laughs again and wraps his arms around me, falling to lay beside me and pulling me into him. I can’t help but be grateful that my back is to him so he can’t see my red face.
“Did you actually go to the bathroom?” Peter questions as he reaches around the front of me, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together. Wow, hand holding really is his new thing. I can only guess he just likes it, but I can't help but to think about the conversation I just had with May. You listen as Peter continues, “I just heard you talking to May and then you came back up here. And plus, I have a bathroom up here too.” He gestures to his wide open bathroom door with both of our hands.
My eyes widen. “Uh— No, I didn’t. I just—” I quickly sit up, breaking away from his arms and almost breathless with panic as Peter’s hand falls from my own. “You didn’t hear what we were talking about, did you?”
Peter just shakes his head, his lips curving into a smirk as he sits up. “Why? Is there something you’re hiding?” he teases.
“What? No,” I lie, laughing a little as I look over to Peter’s desk, seeing a picture of the two of us when we were about 8 years old.
Peter notices me get silent and he follows my gaze to see where I’m looking.
I get up and grab the picture, sitting back down next to him once again as my face contorts into a big smile. “I remember this,” I say, pointing to the swings in the background. “We used to always go to the playground and I remember that right after this picture, you tried to jump off the swing and you broke your nose.”
Peter laughs at the memory. “I told you I could fly and I was just trying to prove it to you.”
I chuckle and my eyes travel to my own smiling face in the picture. “I cried so much that day because I thought you were going to die from the amount of blood coming out of your nose. It was so gross!”
“It really was,” Peter agrees, putting an arm around me. “I didn’t even realize it was bleeding until you asked me why my nose was gushing blood.”
I can’t hold my grin back as I look up at Peter’s face. “Do you have any other pictures of us?”
Peter nods and pulls out his phone. “I have every single one saved on my phone.”
We spend the next hour looking through all of our pictures from when we were little all the way to our most recent photos.
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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...
