peter parker x reader oneshots

excuse me, could i get a picture? [1]

Saturdays were reserved for coffees and walks to get breakfast. They were reserved for earbuds in your ears, music blasting as your feet rushed through busy intersections. Although Saturdays were reserved for yourself, that didn't stop New York from moving around you.

"Excuse me!" You thought you heard, but the voice was barely audible over the music in your ears; plus, there was no reason for anyone to be talking to you.

The rush of footsteps behind you made your footfall slow in confusion, and a gentle tap on your shoulder made you spin.

"Sorry," a boy began, and you let him keep speaking as you looked at him.

He was tall, cozy in double jackets with a large camera hanging around his neck. He had brown hair and warm brown eyes to match, looking at you with a polite smile and his phone in his hand, pointing down towards the ground.

"Hi, uh, I'm sorry to bother you," he spoke awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot and doing his best to look at your face. "I'm uh, a photographer -" and the way he said it made you smile, like the word was too serious for an unserious person. "And I was wondering if I could... take photos of you?" He finished with a tilt of his head and a shy smile.

Oh, he was cute.

"Of me?" You ask, sure you'd misheard. Your hands went to pull your earbud out of your ear, only to find that it was already out. Your hand landed on your neck to save yourself from embarrassment.

"Yeah!" His expression brightened at your lack of immediate rejection, eyes more confidently settling on yours with the occasional flicker to the camera hanging around his neck. His head tilted down, expertly? picking up the camera and stepping closer to you while maintaining a respectful distance, showing you strangers on the small screen.

The photos were absolutely beautiful.

"I wanted to focus on natural beauty... the leaves are perfect right now - " His eyes looked up and around as the shades of autumn began to fall around you on the out-of-the-way street you were on, lined with apartments. There was a brightness in his eyes as they fell on you again and you realized he had been talking. " - and you, of course."

"Me?" You asked again, feeling stupidly like an owl, wide-eyed and unbelieving.

"Yeah!" He bit his lip through a smile, a pink blush appearing on his pale cheeks, a nervous shift in his demeanor revealing he was only a few seconds away from backpedaling.

You looked around at the empty street and stepped a little closer with a smile. "Well, since there's no one else, I guess I'll do you the favor," you grinned teasingly.

"Cool. Awesome," he looked down, shaking his head a little. "Is it okay if I film, too?" He motioned to his phone and you nodded with a smile.

You self-consciously tried to touch yourself up as the boy turned his back toward you, setting his his things up. God, you didn't even know his name.

"You never told me your name," you noted softly, not expecting him to perk up at the sound of your voice and turn towards you.

"Oh! It's Peter!" Peter gave you a dopey grin you couldn't help but mirror as you gave him your name in return.

Peter messed with his camera, flickering from the screen to you with his eyebrows furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration.

You weren't sure if the nerves in your stomach were from the camera pointed at you or the boy behind it, but you bit your lip and tried to look anywhere but at Peter.

"I should warn you, I suck at posing," you managed to get out when the silence was almost too much. You weren't sure whether to feel bad about breaking Peter's concentration until he laughed and shook his head.