oh, pretty boy [ peter parker ]

𝟬𝟬𝟮. christmas confessions.

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the unspoken rule: if you don't want to confess to your high school crush, don't drink the eggnog as Flash's party.

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Perhaps it was the excessive amount of spiked eggnog you unintentionally drank at Flash's Holiday party or the fact that the cold New York weather made you crave any kind of warmth for your ice-cold fingertips.

But you couldn't explain why you were so excited to think about your best friend peter.

Because you couldn't get the boy's face out of your head once the alcohol kicked in, everything became more...meaningful.

The way the music seemed to vibrate throughout the house, no matter which room you were in.

People didn't seem to notice you as you shuffled around the house with a lazy smile on your face, even when you struggled to open the back door and fell face-first into a pile of fluffy snow.

Your lips quivered, your mind seemed preoccupied with something else, as your body shivered in the cold air.

"Hey [y/n] what are you doing out here, Ned was looking all over for you." Peter was unsuspectingly watching your every move.

Since you had stepped foot inside of the house earlier with him and Ned once at your side, closing the backdoor as he shivered in the cold night air, hugging his arms closer to him. As the snow crunched beneath his boots, his steps seemed to linger.

Sick of people referring you to the wallflowers throughout the entirety of high school you literally begged Peter and Ned to join you at the party

"No man left behind, plus my mom would literally kill me if she found out I lied about sleeping over at your place just to get out of eating her weird Christmas cassoulet thing"

It was already late at the diner where you started working the late shift, with only a few customers dispersed throughout the diner too engrossed in their own conversations as Ned and Peter occupied the booth you stood leaning against.

Sitting across from each other as you took the time to chat with them, still on the clock as you were just minutes ago cleaning a table with a handful of diner menus in your hands.

Peter only sighed as he dipped a fry into his vanilla milkshake, his chin resting in his palm. He tried not to become caught up in your obsession with making your high school experience as dramatic as possible.

He couldn't tell you how many times he had to walk into the middle of a crime scene in just a single day.

In a city where people seemed to steal just to be able to afford things for a living, the holidays were a stressful time for a teenage superhero that just wanted to do right.

He really wanted to just take off his suit and spend the night with the two most important people in his life, expressing obvious angst about going out tonight.

"I just don't understand why we have to go to Flash's party out of everyone we know, I mean he's kind of an asshole" Ned introjected, raising his hand, already nitpicking the worst out of your crazy plan.

Earning a pointed fry in his direction from Peter, as they both gave you an uneasy look. "Plus, I just wanted to hang out with you guys tonight, order some takeout, and watch movies like we did last year [y/n]" You dramatically groaned before forcing Peter to scoot farther into his booth for you to sit down.

Gesturing for the boys to lean in closer as you set the menus that you held down on the table around the table's edge, a playful smirk played on your lips as you formed a makeshift border away from the handful of customers that were minding their own. "I'm sorry to tell you this ladies but, neither of you has any experience with the opposite sex it's starting to get a little depressing."