Price of A Wish (Peter Parker/ Tom Holland x Reader)

Crossed Off The List

I take a few deep breaths before actually being awake. My eyes are still closed, but I'm technically awake.

B-Dump

Oh shit! What was that? And why is my pillow so warm? 

B-Dump

GAH! What is that? Wait... *sniff sniff*. Is that... Fresh Pine and Homemade Cookies? I slide my hand down, but my bed moves. Demon bed!

B-Dump

Okay, now that's just getting annoying. And what is my hand touching? It feels soft, warm, and curved? I slowly open my eyes and realize a few things:

1-There's a guy in my bed

2- I slept with him [No, not like that you filthy children]

3- My hand is on his abs

4- It's Peter Parker

B-Dump

Our legs are intertwined, my head lies on the left side of his chest, his arms are wrapped around my waist, and my hand is on his abs. So this is the most awkward thing to ever happen. I try to move away, but he just pulls me closer, unwilling to let go. 

"Peter," I whisper. No response. Unless you count the soft snores, but other than that, he shows no sign of being awake. I sigh, realizing that I can't do anything about it, so instead, I cuddle up closer and slowly fall back asleep to the slightly annoying rhythm of his heart.

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Something pokes my nose and being the curious person I am, I open my eyes to see what it is. A finger. Slowly, I process the owner of the mysterious finger and find that it is none other than Peter Parker. I meet his eyes and smile. 

"Hey," he chuckles. 

"Hi," I giggle, pulling him closer to me. "You smell nice." He laughs and leans his head against the back of the bed. His laugh is so pure and innocent. His eyes crinkle and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Picture Perfect. 

"{Y/N}?" he asks. 

"Hm?" I murmur, taking in his whole image. 

"You're staring," he whispers. I hit his chest and laugh.

"So what if I am?" I blush. Then I notice something. Something huge. "Peter... You're not- Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" He smirks and cocks one eyebrow up.

"Enjoy the view?" he teases. I stumble over some words, failing to find the right thing to say. "Well, I believe someone has a crush." 

"No, I don't!" I pout, sitting up to cross my arms. "It's not like I like you or anything. It probably wouldn't work even if I did." He frowns and sits up too.

"What do you mean?" he asks more concerned. Ha! Who has the crush now?

"W-Well," I try to think of a good reason. "Jami would just be a third wheel, which would honestly make me really awkward because she'll mock me if I say something too sweet. A-And you have a crush on Liz so... You're pretty much taken. Also, I'm not even from this world! Like, if we kissed, all of reality could be torn apart! And-" Peter cuts me off by tilting my head up and pressing his lips against mine. His are soft, warm, and sweet. Our lips fit perfectly together. 

Peter pulls out and smiles down at me.

"I think you can cross two of those off that list of yours," he whispers. I just stare into his mesmerizing brown eyes. He rolls out of the bed and walks to the door. "I need to go. See you later!" The door slides open, and just like that, he's gone. 

I turn to the right. Jami smiles evilly at me.

"Ooh!" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows. "{Y/N}'s GoT A BOyFrIeNd!" I cover my face and groan. Jami, on the other hand, pokes me and starts telling me to make her the godmother of all of our children. 

"Stooooop," I groan flopping back onto the bed. I turn my back to her, my face now where Peter's head was lying. Again, his scent overwhelms me and makes me smiles. I hug the pillow and breathe it in. So nice. 

"Girls?" A voice asks. Tony. Of course, he would ruin this for me. 

"Yeah?" Jami answers for the both of us. 

"Do you know what Peter's favorite color is?" he asks. I shoot up and glare at Jami.

"Don't even think about it," I command. 

"Actually, I'll just call and ask him myself," Tony says. My eyes widen so I grab my phone, that the billionaire so generously gave me, and text Peter and tell him not to say anything to Tony. But the text I get in response is, 'Oops.' I facepalm and groan.

"At least don't tell Jami," I request. 

"Are you kidding?" Tony laughs through the system. "She's the one who gave me the idea to build one. Of course, I'm telling her!" 

Well... This is going to get interesting.