peter parker imagines 🕸

what do you mean you love me?

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pairing: peter parker x fem reader
warnings: nah just fluff
summary: peter says a certain something to you while making pancakes late at night.

it was not your typical friday night.

you and your best friend peter were in the kitchen of your Queens apartment making pancakes at 10:18 pm. both of you have heard breakfast foods taste better eaten at night. something about being more awake to taste the flavour, or just because it's unusual. while playing monopoly, peter had randomly brought up how much he loved pancakes and suddenly you both wanted some. so, why not make some pancakes at 10:18 pm? who cares?

somehow, someway, the pancake batter in your mixing bowl ended up on your face. you turned the electric mixer on too high and it splattered up at you. you gasped and peter quickly turned around to make sure you didn't get hurt or anything. once he saw your pancake battered face he broke out into a fit of laughter.

"it's not funny peter," you groaned.

"no, it kind of is," he chuckled.

peter wasn't just laughing at how funny it was that you managed to splatter pancake batter on yourself, but because you looked adorable. he calmed down from his laughter and watched you scoop some batter. he reminisced about that time in 4th grade when you first moved to Queens in the apartment across the hall. he was always intrigued by you, by your beauty, by your sense of humour.

the two of you became extremely close. you did practically everything together. it was always y/n and peter, peter and y/n. two best friends. it wasn't until one day in 7th grade in chilly december that peter realised he liked you, liked you. you were sitting next to each other on his living room couch watching a christmas movie when you suddenly fell asleep on his shoulder. he realised he like you from that simple, accidental, action. he never told you, he wanted to keep your friendship, it was very important to him, let alone to you.

peter kept this secret to himself for so long. every little thing you did made him happy, your smile brightened his life. you stood up for him if he was bullied. you were there for him when he needed you. you were so perfect in his eyes, even if you didn't think that way. he constantly thought about you, made comments to aunt may about you. like, "y/n looked pretty today, may." may knew peter like you, how couldn't she? he talked about you to her all the time. she knew. peter fell for you more and more every day. and you had no idea of the affect you had on him. you do everything together. you two are inseparable. you are best friends.

he stared at you in absolute awe, just like he was right now, staring at you with the pancake batter splattered all over your face. he wanted to kiss you right now. he always wanted something romantic to happen between you two, but it couldn't. he didn't think he could ever confess his feelings to you. but you looked even more beautiful. he always thought you were beautiful of course. but specifically now, in pyjamas, hair in a messy ponytail, and covered in pancake batter, he adored you. peter parker thought in this moment that he loved you. no, not thought, he knew. he knew he loved you.

time had stopped, the only thing peter could focus on was now you. he didn't care about the pancakes, he didn't care about the game of monopoly you left behind, he only cared about you.

"y/n," he said quietly, and you turned to face him, about to wipe pancake batter off your nose.

"i love you." you dropped your napkin.

"wait, what?" you asked, flustered. you were the only one who knew you had liked peter since the 4th grade. what was going on?!

"i love you," he repeated.

you couldn't believe what he was saying, did he mean it?

"w- what do you mean you love me? do you mean you love me like 'oh there's y/n i love that girl' or do you mean you love me like you... love me-love me?"

you blurted that out so quick, not hesitating anymore to figure what peter parker was saying.

"i love you-love you. and i have for so long and i just had to say it," he replied.

you stood there, a little shocked to say the least, but you did love him too. sure he was your best friend, but did that not make you two ultimately closer? bringing you to love him and all he does even more?

"i love you-love you too," you said.

he smiled the biggest smile you had ever seen. this boy was utterly in love with you and incredibly happy you loved him back.

"can i kiss you?" he asked.

"yes."

peter parker walked closer to you and placed his lips onto yours. it had finally happened. internally, both of you were freaking out, it was perfect, it was everything you ever wanted. he placed his hand on the side of your face to kiss you passionately and lovingly.

he eventually pulled away, both of you missing the feeling of the contact, but now looking at each other with immense love.

you studied his face, which now contained pancake batter which most likely ended up on his nose from your face.

"you got a little something on your nose," you said.

he wiped the batter off and replied, "i think we both do."

he picked up a napkin, placed a hand back on your soft cheek and wiped the batter off. after a shared laugh, he leaned in to kiss you once more. screw the pancakes. and he kissed you again, and again, and again.

it was not your typical friday night, but you both were in love.

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