TOM HOLLAND | PETER PARKER IMAGINES

Peter Parker|Pancakes

A/N: I read on Pinterest facts about spiderman that peter parker makes perfect pancakes because of his spidey sense and tom holland has a video of mini-him flipping pancakes so here you go

Prompt: Peter makes (Y/n) perfect pancakes

Warnings: this is trash but im not sorry its pancakes dudes, some swearing

Word count: 1844

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Peter slightly shifted on the sofa groggily, trying to make out what time it was as he blinked sluggishly.

Peter elevated his body, stopped by feeling something was near-by. His spider senses began to tingle as a quiet whimper was made, movement inching closer to his body.

As he looked down, Peter realized it was (Y/n), her head resting on his side, snoring softly and accumulating spit on his shirt as she slept.

Peter's eyes widened, his face turning warmer by the minute, trying not to shift his position.

Peter began to sweat, never being so close to a girl, especially one he liked that was off-limits.

(Y/n) was his best friend, and crush, but not like that would ever happen.

With Spider-Man and lame Peter Parker, there's no way anything will happen. So why is my heart beating so fast?

Peters softened his look at (Y/n) when he saw her mouth slightly open, the little bit of drool seeping from the side.

(Y/n)'s face looked the most peaceful he had seen her, and her hair was a bit of a mess, tangling from rubbing her head on Peter's chest.

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered softly open, slowly raising her pupils to look upon what she was resting on (which was Peter).

Both teenagers screamed loudly, backing away to the farthest sides of the sofa. Unfortunately, (Y/n)'s yell startled Peter, causing him to crash to the floor on his behind.

"Did I—did we fall asleep—what time is—" (Y/n) asked groggily, attempting to pat down her wild mane.

"Yeah, while we were watching a movie, I think. I'm so sorry—" Peter apologized, gathering himself to stand up, gazing at a sleepy (Y/n).

"Um, don't be! So, I should probably go to—"

"PANCAKES!" Peter yelled loudly, confusing (Y/n) as she looked up with sleepy eyes.

"I mean, I can make pancakes for you before you leave, if you want. I've gotten really good at them," Peter offered, itching the back of his head nervously.

"I'm pretty hungry actually. And my parents just texted me saying I can stay for a bit. Apparently Aunt May told them I fell asleep last night. She's told them she went to yoga," (Y/n) shrugged, continuing to check her phone screen.

Aunt May is up to something. She totally forgets about yoga on Saturdays! Well, she does know about how I like (Y/n). I mean, I don't!

"Okay, cool. They're gonna be the best pancakes you've ever eaten," Peter beamed, blasting towards the kitchen excitedly.

Preparing all the ingredients, Peter began cooking, known exactly when to flip the golden pancakes at perfection.

"Eat up, madam," Peter placed a plate filled with pancakes in front of (Y/n) in a silly French accent, making her giggle.