Peter Parker Imagines

fairgrounds

word count: 1.8k

warnings: literally just a shit ton of fluff!

a/n: hehe this one is a cutie that i squeezed out in an hour and half between two different netflix binges. so don't judge it too hard. lmk what ya think!

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"Really?" you huffed out before letting your head drop backwards, frustration coursing through your veins. You took a minute to pout before looking back up, reading the text over again before shooting an annoyed Ok. in response.

Your boyfriend, Chris, had just cancelled on you again. In all honesty, you weren't very surprised. The two of you had been dating for 5 months, but lately, it felt like you were drifting apart.

You couldn't really be mad at him about the situation, because he wasn't the only one pulling away. Neither of you were really that interested anymore, but you were both too scared to actually break it off.

Tap, tap, tap.

You jumped up at the sound, unable to conceal the smile that appeared on your face when you glanced out the window. It was none other than Peter Parker, your lifelong best friend who always managed to show up at just the right time.

"Everything okay?" he asked after crawling through the now open window, being sure to close it behind him. "You seem a little down."

"Eh," you shrugged, "Chris cancelled on me again. It's okay though, I kinda saw it coming. I just don't have anyone to go to the fair with anymore."

"That really sucks," Peter sat down onto the floor, making a light thump noise, "Hey, if you want, I could go with you to the fair—"

"Really?" you squealed, jumping up from your spot on the bed, "Yes! It'll be so much fun! We can ride the dropper, and the swings, and then the ferris wheel..."

As you continued to elaborate on all of the fun you'd have, you never once noticed Peter's gaze. It followed you from the floor as you walked in circles, and his cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. His crush on you was common knowledge to most at this point, but you'd remained blissfully unaware.

"Y-yeah," he smiled, "I can't wait!"

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"Come on, Pete!" you tugged his hand and dragged him forward as he stumbled behind you.

"I am coming!"

You halted to a stop at the ticket booth before giving the cashier a big smile. "Two wristbands, please!"

She glanced between you and Peter before speaking back through the small silver mic. "That'll be twenty dollars with the added couples discount."

"O-oh, we're not—" Peter began, only to be interrupted by you.

"Great!" you slid a twenty dollar bill across the counter, winking at Peter when the lady slid back two wristbands in return.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked with curiosity as you walked away from the booth. He quickly fastened your bracelet onto your wrist, holding out his own for you to help with once he'd finished.

"It saved us some money, didn't it?" you shrugged, "Fairs are expensive enough as it is, and we're broke highschoolers. I'll take all the discounts I can get."

As the night continued on, you and Peter hopped from ride to ride, letting out yelps of joy as they spun you around. You even played a few games, winning a large stuffed Spider-Man from Peter.