I'm Not Who You Think I Am- Peter Parker x Y/N(fem!reader)

15. Moving

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Y/N POV

We are all in May's car on the way to my old apartment to grab my stuff. The whole way there Peter and I are belting out lyrics to our favorite songs while the music blares from the car speakers.

We get to my apartment and I open the door.

I only have four boxes in my room, one big one for clothes, and three small ones for my books, picture frames, a few posters, shoes, and my small pouch of jewelry. Then there is of course, my guitar, which I have been playing since 7th grade.

Peter took the big box and a smaller box because of his super strength. May took another one of the small boxes and I took the last box, along with my guitar.

Once we get everything in May's car, we drive back to their place, which is only about a five minute drive. We get out of the car and Peter helps me take my things to our room while May starts lunch. We probably will end up going out to eat though. May is not the best cook.

Like me, Peter doesn't have a lot of clothes so we ended up splitting the closet, one side for him, the other for me.

We start unpacking the boxes. The first one is a big cardboard box, up to my hip filled with clothes.

I start putting jackets away when I find something and hold it up, its a black hoodie.

"Hey, Peter" I say " Come look at this."

He walks over from where he was putting shoes away. He wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Thats the hoodie you wore on the first day of 7th grade." He recalls.

I nod. "The day we met."

"Can't believe you still have it after all these years."

"How could I just throw it away?"

He smiles kisses my cheek, then goes back to work while saying "Do you think we will finish unpacking today?"

"Oh I'm sure we will."

A few minutes of silence pass when Peter suddenly says "I'm gonna put on some music, the silence is killing me."

He presses a button and music starts playing from the speaker.

Start playing song now.

Heaven only knows where you've been.

Peter walks over and gently grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. I move my arms up to his shoulders and rest my hands behind his neck.

But I don't really need to know
I know where you're gonna go

He puts his hands on my hips and we start swaying to the music.

On my heart where you're resting your head
And you just look so beautiful
Just like you are an angel

He leans down and rests his forehead on mine.

Oh can I stop the flow of time?
Can I swim in your divine?
'Cause I don't think I'll ever leave this place

I lift my forehead off of his so I can look into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He smiles back at me.

Oh turn the lights turn the lights down low
Yeah now I'm feeling you breathing slow

He spins me around, I land back in his arms. I gently grab the front of his shirt and kiss him, deep and passionate. It takes him only a millisecond to kiss back.

'Cause baby we're just reckless kids
Trying to find an island in the flood
Oh turn the lights turn the lights down low

Thats when I realize that I haven't felt this happy, this safe, since my mom told me we had to leave. Right there in his arms where I feel secure.

His lips are soft as they glide against mine. His hand slides from my hip up to my cheek. My hand still clutching the front of his gray shirt. My other hand slides up his neck to his hair, where my fingers get tangled in his brown curls. Our lips move in sync until the song ends. I smile as I pull away, out of breath.

Peter lets out a quiet chuckle, I use my fingertips to brush his hair back to normal, he says with a smirk "We should probably continue unpacking or these boxes are going to be here for the rest of the week."

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We end up not unpacking all the boxes today so we decide to finish tomorrow. Peter and I start getting ready for bed. He already has on his pajamas consisting of a pair of sweatpants and a shirt with a geeky math pun.

Thats when I realize that my pajamas are still in the box with my clothes.........somewhere in there.

I pull the first oversized shirt I found in the box, it's f/c with one of my favorite characters from my favorite movie f/m.

I turn around to see Peter on his bed, tinkering with one of his web shooters. "Hey Pete, do you have a pair of sweatpants I can borrow? I used the pair from the box on Monday."

"Oh yeah, sure." He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of pink Hello Kitty sweatpants. He tosses them to me. " Tony have me these." He says.

"Sounds like him." I say with a tint of sadness in my voice.

I go to the bathroom to get dressed. As I get out of the bathroom Peter comes into the room with a blanket and a pillow for me. He hands them to me. "Night."

I take the blanket and pillow from him and say "Night."

I give him a quick peck on the lips then climb up to the top bunk. Peter turns the lights off then climbs into his bed. Eventually I fall asleep.

Author's note

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