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barnesify · 7 months

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enchanted ୨୧ winterspider abo chapter 2

read on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49615612

Peter is sipping tea, curled up in an armchair a bit too big for his size as he waits carefully. His father is sitting next to him, stern eyes watching the door for Bucky’s arrival. King Rogers is pacing, glancing at his watch and then back down every few moments.

Bucky walks in, silent but articulate as he bows to the Kings and their presence. He knows that he’s in for a whole world of trouble if he doesn’t make it up to them. Thinking about the princess is one thing, but dancing with him? It’s nearly forbidden.

“Barnes,” King Rogers says, finally ending his pacing to turn and look at the young alpha.

Bucky gulps. He glances at Peter, who’s almost shy as he curls into the chair and takes another gentle sip from his tea.

“It seems that—“

Tony cuts Steve off, standing abruptly. He seems like he’s about to burst from anger. “This cannot be true. You have imprinted on my son?! What a disgrace! He has tens, hundreds of young men lining up to take his hand and you have ruined it all!”

Bucky shys away, lowering his head like a kicked puppy. He knows that. Peter is a once in a lifetime opportunity. An omega born from alpha blood is rare, but a male omega? It was no wonder that King Stark was so protective. He understands the King’s rage.

“He must be executed!” Tony yells again, and King Rogers lets out a disgruntled sound.

“Stark,” He begins, almost gentle. Steve knows that Tony’s alpha brain is kicking in. This is his son, after all. “Barnes is my best asset. He has done many great things for the Rogers kingdom. He has never slipped up like this before. And well… is your son in any danger? Any harm?”

Tony’s disposition falls for a moment. He turns, looking at his young omegan son. He’s beautiful, curled up, gazing over at the three men. His own crown has been retired to the table, his curls a mess, but his dress is still snug against his lithe frame. There isn’t a scratch on him. Tony knows that, but..

“A bodyguard dancing with a member of the royal family is highly inappropriate, Steven. You know this as well as I. And I mean, look at the brute. I wouldn’t be surprised if he would be able to tear any omega he sees in half.”

Bucky looks at Tony, hands clasped behind his back in respect. He’s itching to say something, to tell the Kings that it was an accident, that he had no idea that Peter was apart of the royal court.

Both of the Kings open their mouths to argue yet again, before a lovely little chirp fills the room.

“I like him.”

It takes Bucky a moment to realize that Peter has just spoken. He blinks, eyes wide. King Stark and King Rogers both turn to look at Peter, who’s now setting his cup of tea down.

“Oh, my angel. My bambino. You could not be serious. This… this alpha is not a prince. You could have anyone, anyone in the world. I will give you anything. You can’t..” Tony tries, stalking over to his young son. For the first time, Bucky can really smell him.

King Stark’s scent has now turned from anxious to protective. A wave of guilt hits Bucky.

“If I can have anyone, why not him?” Peter says again, soft brown eyes landing on Bucky himself.

The alpha blushes on contact, feeling himself get hot and red from the gaze of Peter. God, Peter. He really is such a gorgeous boy. He’s fit to rule a kingdom, after his father retires the crown. He’s beautiful, and wonderfully shy, but he voices his wants when they really matter and—

Bucky finds himself smiling, albeit discarding it when he notices that King Stark and King Rogers can see it too.

“Well, you see, Bambi, you are going to rule one day. And well… Mr. Barnes is not. It’s just how life works.”

Bucky feels a pang of hurt in his heart. But King Stark is right. Peter was born to rule, born to live with fame and fortune and riches of the highest kind. And Bucky was born to be a guard. To protect. He wasn’t born out of wealth, this he knew.

“I know that,” Peter says, undoubtedly wise despite his age. “It’s just..” The omega’s eyes flash back to Bucky and where he’s standing. Bucky realizes, in the dim light, that Peter’s eyes are filling with crystal tears. All of the alphas in the room are in a alignment at once, any omega whose tears threaten to fall can cause any alpha’s resolve to break. It’s a trick that Peter’s used on his father many times.

Steve doesn’t say anything, and Bucky steps forward only slightly, feeling his chest ache, but he watches as Tony leans down to sit with his son. Bucky watches. He notices their movements, how this is something they’ve done before, the way Peter curls up against him and cries. Crying? Over a dirty old alpha? Bucky almost feels flattered, but the sound of Peter’s weeping makes him more concerned than ever.

“Oh, angel. My beautiful heir to the throne.” Tony tsks and pets his head carefully. “I…. will see what I can do.”

It’s like Peter’s been programmed to cry on command, because as soon as Tony says it, his face lights up and the tears diminish immediately. “Oh, thank you, daddy!” He grins, utterly delighted now.

୨୧

The next day, Bucky is being assigned a new job. One that nothing could have ever prepared him for.

“Princess Peter Stark’s personal bodyguard.” He reads the parchment, gulping dryly.

“It’ll be fine, Buck. The Stark Kingdom is lovely. Plus, you’ll get to hang out with Peter Stark. I mean, it’s every dying man’s wish.”

Bucky grumbles absentmindedly at Clint’s teasing, signing his name carefully on the parchment. This job was the only way that King Stark would agree to let his and Peter’s relationship ever get to see the light of day.

“Hey, don’t forget me while you’re gone.”

“How could I forget with all your incessant babbling?” Bucky bites back, but it’s all in good fun.

He’s packing his bags, now, only having a couple of clothes for downtime, but the rest are being provided by the king. There’s a pool of anxiety swirling at the bottom of his stomach. Without Steve there to calm the storm, who knows what Tony will do to him?

#winterspider #peter parker #tony stark #bucky barnes #omegaverse #abo #steve rogers #royalty au #omega peter #alpha bucky #alpha steve #alpha tony #shy bucky how i love you #lee writes

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mrs-bluemarine · 2 months

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THERE IS HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING I'VE GONE THROUGH MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS LED UP TO THIS POINT

IT'S EVEN GOT THE PARKER LEGACY HE'S HERE AND HE'S BEAUTIFUL I COULD CRY TEARS OF JOY IF I WASN'T SO EXHAUSTED

#I'm gonna vomit and piss my pants and cry #the entire omnibus is just shy of two inches thick. btw #once again Barnes & Noble ain't shit. books-a-million comes in clutch #jay's bullshit #ch.: 🕸️#ben reilly #peter parker #spiderman #scarlet spider #twirls my hair. making u randos look at it too

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sausageg · 2 years

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Peter feels shy uwu

Day 16: Sappy Love Songs

#sfflufftober22 #starkerfestivalsevents #starker #starker fanart #Starker fandom #tony stark #peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #love songs #shy #embarrassing

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sincericida · 1 year

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🍅The tomatito Garfield 🍅

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wooahiexist · 10 months

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I tried resisting but I couldn’t… Spider-Man oc time…

THE LAST NAME IS SILLY IK BUT ITS THE BEST I COULD THINK OF..

Metres was basically bitten by an Arantula you know from Paper Mario, he of course lives in New York where he stumbled upon a warp pipe that took him into the Pit Of 100 Trials, somehow managing to get out with some Shy Guy disguise then being bitten as he makes it back to his home. (The story is still being worked on atm so i’ll fill in all the holes soon.)

He also has a fiancé created by a @adisruptiveinfluence-theysay(I’m onto you.) who I call goofy goober because I don’t think he has a name yet??? ^^ Metres also doesn’t have very good eyesight when it comes to things in the distance or in the dark that being a main disadvantage.(Reason he couldn’t recognize his own fiancé.) Also he has to take off his gloves whenever he’s swinging…

He can really only rely on his spider senses really. He of course has the abilities that an Arantula would have…

Hopefully this isn’t a lot to read!.. ^v^’

#jelly’sart #TY AJ FOR LOOKING AT SPIDER FACTS FOR ME #I HAVE A FEAR OF SPIDERS #oc #shy guy #Metres Dooter #Shy Spider #spider man oc #spider man #peter parker #paper mario

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letshearitforthebabyboy · 8 months

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why can’t we see the art of Peter sucking his own pp

some things are for my eyes and my eyes only

#I am very precious about peter parker’s pp. man deserves his privacy.#he’s shy. I am protective of him. not everyone can see him like that. just me.#he’s safe with me.

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foggyredkastle · 2 years

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i swear i don’t hate you i’m just shy. if you want to talk you gotta talk to me first sorry.

me:

#marvel #shyness #shy boy #im shy #anxious #anxiety #i’m an npc #npc energy #peter parker #steven grant #i’m a simp

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scribble-dribble-writes · 11 months

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What did you just say

Part 2>>>

I couldn't stop laughing after I thought about this

You: "Miguel"

Miguel: "Hmm"

You: "Miguel just look at me for a second"

He swivels on his office chair to see you, his eyes need a second to adjust from the monitor light.

Miguel: "What is it?"

You pull on the edge of your suit. You lost a bet to Peter B Parker, so you had to do this.

You: "Umm"

You glance towards Peter, who was hiding in the shadows behind you, but you could hear his faint giggle. He had given you a Spanish phrase to tell Miguel and you didn't know what it meant. Now under Miguel's stare, you could feel your forehead break out into a sweat.

You: "Que pasa, papi? Tu culo ... es? Tu culo es caliente."

You speak it rapidly to actually see a varied set of emotions take root on Miguel's face. First, shock. Second, Disgust. Third, he was startled as he folded his arms.

Miguel: "What did you just call me?"

You: "It was all Peter's idea"

You point towards where he was hidden to only see a retreating form, who was running away for dear life while his daughter echoed. You could feel your cheeks burn.

You turned to Miguel, whose cheeks were flushed too.

You: "What does it mean?"

He was all too suddenly a little shy, running his hand up his neck not quite meeting your eyes.

But instead LYLA popped up.

LYLA: "You said his ass was hot."

Miguel groaned.

"Get out.", he turned back to his monitors.

"Both of you.", he ordered.

"Technically, you're not wrong though, based on his scans his body temperature often does culminate -

he cut off LYLA as he yelled you both to leave and so you scampered away laughing too.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099

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webslingingslasher · 11 months

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Modelling all the new lingerie you bought for frat Peter and he's absolutely losing his mind

i want to preface that this is absolutly size inclusive, i just went with victoria's secret for the branding but we're gonna pretend they have all the sizes and inclusitivity they should.

warnings: a lil smutty

Peter eyed the pink and black paper bag in your hand, he tried to be understanding but there is nothing in that store that’s for him. You said you had a surprise and you got him something, but here you were standing in front of him with a victoria’s secret bag and a wide smile.

“If you want me to wear womens panties during sex I need to hear you say it now.”

You laugh, “no, that’s not… wait, would you?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

You roll your eyes, “always dramatic, parker.”

He would. He’d do anything for you, you just don’t believe him yet.

“No, I got these for you…” you trail and have a hand go digging, you pull up a lacy red lingerie piece.

Dead silence, you start to feel insecure. Mandy assured you he’d like it, go feral even. But he’s giving you a blank stare, you want to throw the fabric over the balcony. After a crushing thirty second silence you feel warmth flooding your cheeks, you scramble to put the fabric back in. It’s pointless, you’d never be able to look at it again, let alone the store.

Peter’s eyes widened watching your panicked movements, he was waiting for more information. He supposes it’s pretty but he really doesn’t think he could fit in it, plus this is a pretty major kink to throw on him at once.

Refusing to make eye contact you ramble, “this was so stupid, I hate myself.”

“Hey,”

“Forget this ever happened, this is so embarrassing I have to leave.”

“Hey,” louder.

You bulldozed.

“In fact, I think we could just end this here, peter. I mean this was obviously weird enough for the both-”

He’s not going to lose you, “I didn’t say anything!”

“That’s the point! You aren’t into it, Mandy swore you’d like it but-”

Peter lets out a sigh, “baby, I mean, is that even my size?”

You stop speaking and blink, you look at the bag and back at your frat boy.

He thought it was for him, he actually thought you wanted him to dress up for you.

“No, you dolt! They’re mine, I just wanted to, I dunno.. model them for you.”

It felt less embarrassing wallowing in silence.

“Oh.”

“Oh!”

A cocky grin spilled over his face, his hands interlocked behind his head and he leaned back on his bed, you watched his core tighten and flex with the movement.

Peter licked his lips, “please do. Leave red for last, it’s my favorite color.”

You’re glad he can’t see your shy smile, “I know.”

The conformation makes the heat blossom in his chest.

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Peter loves how you look, he says it every chance he gets, but knowing you put on a skimpy outfit with the goal being observed made you self conscious in a different way. Peter makes sure to dote on you plenty when he’s taking your clothes off, but those are small glances and kisses, this was you presenting yourself and showing off.

You ran a hand down your torso as you exhaled heavily, you had to trust Peter. You weren’t sure what was happening between you two, it was a weird midway point. It was like you were dating but the casual touching or labeling was way off beat.

The bathroom door clicks open and you step out boldly.

“Ready?”

Your boy’s head lifted off the bed, the first glance sent him scrambling to hit up. His eyes dragged over your body, everywhere he could see he soaked it in, like he was memorizing each curve of your body. It should make you feel self conscious, but he makes you confident.

“My beautiful girl, hm?” His hands reach out, you step into his hold and feel him explore. You feel his fingertips race across the black lace of your bra, it’s not covering much, you can feel the heat of his hands through the mesh on your chest.

You squirm as his tracing tickles you, his thumbs resting at your hips, he can’t stop himself. He lifts up the lace hanging from your front, the baby doll thrown over his head as he presses kisses up and down your torso. You sigh and grab the back of his head, you tangle into the curls and lean into him as his fingers dig into the plush on your waistline to keep you close.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” batty eyelashes blink up at you, he’s a proud simp and munch. He kisses right above your thong, “how’d I get so lucky?”

His words make your knees weak, he always talks like that, like he’s the most lucky person on the planet to have you in his arms. He acts like you chose him, like you picked the short straw, but you were the lucky one.

You pat his shoulders and step away, “one out of five?”

No hesitation, “seven.”

“Cheat. Don’t go anywhere, I have two more.”

Peter sputters, “as if you have to tell me?”

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This one was a lot more fitting.

It was bold, it was a nice hunter green, a bold bra and itty, bitty, crotchless panties.

It felt like everything but your nipples were out, you’d burn this one if you hadn’t put your foot in your mouth about two more. You tap your foot as you look over yourself in the mirror and shake your head. Peter's seen you naked hundreds of times but you felt more exposed than ever before.

“Petey?”

Muffled, “yes, baby?”

You didn’t know where to go from there, you heard movement, then a little closer to the door.

“You alright, baby?”

You let out a puff of air, “it’s a lot.”

He’s connecting dots, “the outfit?”

“Yeah.”

Peter lets out an airy laugh, “I hate to tell you babe, but I’ve seen it all and love it more every time I do.”

You nibble your lip, you just need a hype man, he could be that easily.

“I’m like, naked naked.”

“Perfect.”

“It’s dark green.”

A whine, “please let me see!”

You crack the door open and peek out an eye, you see Peter watching the ground before looking up and smiling wide. You swing it open and spin slowly, his eyes not leaving your lower half. Peter crosses to the doorway and pulls at your hips and throws you on the bathroom counter.

You gasp and watch his eyes trail down, he catches sight between your legs and you close them self consciously, his hand stops the meeting, then taps at your knee with his thumb for you to open back up for him. He takes his time drawing you in, his throat low and scratchy when he speaks.

“Oh, oh I like these. I like these a lot.”

Peter’s thumb races up the side of your thigh before gently tracing around your inner thigh and higher, you jostle as he rubs over the space your crotch should be, you choke on air and hit your head against the mirror, you open your eyes to see his locked on your face, his pupils blended into his eyes.

He circles again and you grab his wrist to push it away, “I still have to show you the red one.”

“I already saw it, I’m about to get on my knees and worship you.”

Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, “let me show you the last one, then you can choose which one you wanna take me in.”

Peter gives a sharp inhale, “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

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A full piece in red, you picked this one out yourself. It screamed Peter, the color, the lace, the style.

The body had a built in corset, red cinched your waist. The bottom lapels had straps that connected to your thigh belts, this time a cheeky pair of underwear. It contrasted the harsh sex of the bodice, a peek of bum that led more to the imagination, just like your chest being pushed up from the corset.

It was both the most dressed and undressed you’ve been all evening. The other’s were more uncovered but this one made you feel hot and powerful and confident.

You didn’t need any help with this one.

“This gotta be your favorite, right?”

Peter felt time stop, he was absolutely speechless. He’s never seen you so.. so… gorgeous. A cocky grin, one that told him you knew how good you looked. And he doesn’t care what anyone has to say, his girl wearing his favorite color in lingerie was the down right sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

His silence doesn’t scare you, it makes you fill with pride.

“Yeah… that’s the one.”

You stalked to the end of the bed where he sat, his fingers tugging at your thigh buckles.

“I’ve never had a girl dress up for me like this.” A delicate confession, while his fingers and hands fondled over your backside and thighs.

You shrug and run your hand through his hair, “you make me want to dress up for you.”

Peter pulls at you to straddle his waist, “I’ll never stop being grateful.”

“Is this the winner? You can take it off whenever.”

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, “I kinda just like looking at you right now.”

The black piece was lust.

The green piece was passion.

The red piece was love.

Three things are very clear to Peter Parker in that moment.

One, he wasn’t sure when, but you were going to be his girlfriend.

Two, he’s almost eighty percent sure he loves you.

Three, this is the hardest he’s been in his entire life.

#peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker smut #tasm!peter smut #peter parker fluff #my writing #frat!peter

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weyirn · 10 months

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HII!! I was wondering if you could do spider verse head cannons for a reader who is kind and shy but so badass during fights??? Maybe with Miguel O’Hara, Peter B Parker, Hobie, and Pavitr?? You can also include other characters if you would like 🤍🤍

Hi! I only do multiple characters for Preferences, but I'll be happy to still do this request!

Spiderverse x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: They React To You Being Shy But Badass

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Miles is gentle with you and always there to provide reassuring that you're doing great. He may look out for you more than others because of how shy you are, but he knows when to step back if he thinks you got it under control. When he finds out how badass you actually are, he's definitely shocked for the most part, but he's also amazed at the same time, being almost speechless by it.

At first, Peter thought you needed just a bit more confidence and tried to help you with that, being with you very step of the way and always comforted you. But when he saw just how badass you are, he's surprised but very proud of you. He (out of exictement) asks why didn't you tell him you could do that, so amazed by you and your skill.

Hobie would encourage you to step outside of your comfort zone or to open up more. But he'll be there for you if you need back up, in case anyone's being rude to you. When he finds out just how badass you are, he nods in approval, saying that he knew you had it in you, roughly patting you on the back.

Miguel was protective of you at first, being by your side whenever he can and checking up on you. On seeing your skills and how badass you are, he's more impressed than anything. He praises you on your skill, now knowing that you're capable of handling your own battles.

(⬆️ his reaction lmao) Pavitr liked to tease you and joke around with you (not out of malicious intent, of course). He was absolutely amazed at how badass you are, asking why you kept this "secret" from him, and he even brags about you, wanting you to show everyone else your skills (only for you to probably get shy again).

Noir was protective of you, and noticing how shy and kind you were, he was willing to protect those sides of you (or whatever he calls it-). Noir thought you weren't capable of fighting, but once he was proven wrong, he's surprised, but also praised you. Now he knows that the two of you can fight together, but he makes sure to always have your back for your (extra) protection.

#male reader #x male reader #male!reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x male reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr x reader #spiderman noir x reader #spiderman noir x male reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker x reader

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biblio-smia · 4 months

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shy shy shy

a little insecure tasm peter parker x reader, early stages of relationship

masterlist | requests are open!

nerdy peter lovers rise

They were just glasses.

On, off. On, off. A clear reflection of Peter in the bathroom mirror, a few circles of color where his head and body would be.

Peter examines himself with the lenses on, pulls out a piece of his sweater that had gotten caught inside his plaid pajama pants. His hands run up through the damp hair that falls flat against his forehead in an attempt to give it a little volume but it's no use without his usual styling products. Peter slaps his palms on his cheeks, shakes his head and sends micro-drops of water sailing. He bounces in place, attempting to shake out the jitters his body has had trouble containing all day.

Peter pushes his contact lens case aside, gives himself one last glance over. He contemplates for a few seconds, biting the inside of his cheek. Peter sighs as he pulls the lenses off again, cradling them in his hands and blowing air through his lips.

Metal frames, thick lenses.

Couldn't have that spider fixed his vision while he was at it?

Okay, Peter's vision wasn't that bad. Maybe he could survive without the frames Peter felt altered his appearance so drastically (or at least, reflected more accurately the type of person Peter was in his spare time). Peter with Contacts was cool and confident - scaled back from the confidence he had while he was in his suit, but not as pathetic as he was back in high school. Peter with Glasses? Yeah, that guy looked deserving of wedgies.

He reaches for his phone to check the time (and make sure he hasn't left you alone for too long), but can't make out what the white numbers say through his cracked screen.

Okay, maybe it is pretty bad.

Peter sighs, picks up the mess he'd made pre and post shower, hyping himself up one more time before opening the door and flipping the light switch off.

Peter pads down the hallway and peers his head around the corner into the small living room. He squints and can just barely make out the top of your head sitting on his couch.

Even though he can't see you very well, Peter's heart makes a funny feeling in his chest, even through the eye strain.

It's like you can feel Peter's eyes on you (which, you probably can - Peter is working overtime to try and make out the details of you) because you sit a little straighter and turn your head. Peter pushes his glasses on just in time to see you smile. And then grin.

"You wear glasses?"

Your voice is curious, not at all condescending, though Peter can hear the smile in your voice as you come up to meet him.

"For the aesthetics," Peter grins, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms in an attempt to make you believe the false sense of confidence he's putting up. It's stupid, really, but a tiny piece of Peter thinks someone as consistently perfect as you should be with someone who is equally on par. And, at the moment, Peter feels like he's letting you down.

You stand close to Peter, too close (his heart can't stop fluttering and his breath has caught in his throat). Peter fights the urge to pull you close to him. Too much, too soon, though he'd really like to kiss you right about now.

You try to contain your smile, a part of you still not quite believing that you've been so consistently guilty of making Peter Parker flustered.

Your fingers gently pull Peter's glasses off with a glint in your eye and Peter frowns at the sudden loss of sight - only because he doesn't want to miss looking at you from so close.

"For the aesthetics, huh?" You grin, turning the glasses to measure the thickness of Peter's lenses. Your suspicions about the strength of his prescription are confirmed by the way Peter's eyes are squeezed together as he looks at you.

"A hundred percent," Peter persists, opening his eyes normally and looking straight at the blurred lines of your face.

You take a step back and flash your phone at Peter, tiny words melted into a block of black. Peter instinctively squints and leans forward, trying to distinguish what the small screen said.

"You're like a grandma," you laugh, fully now.

"You should feel horrible for making fun of the elderly." Peter's arms drop, reaching for his glasses with an easy smile. But you move your hands away and Peter's hands catch on the crooks of your arms as you carefully place Peter's glasses back on his face, taking care to place them behind his ears as comfortably as you can. Your fingers graze against Peter's hair, still damp from his shower, gently moving a few stray pieces back into place.

"Well, you can't go to sleep like that," you murmur. "You'll get sick."

"So I guess we have time to kill?" Peter asks, hoping the two of you will sit down for a movie - or anything that'd keep him close to you, really.

"I guess we do," you grin, hands falling to Peter's shoulders, savoring the feeling of his hands on you, unable to help the craving you have for more.

"Pete?"

"Hmm?" Peter is partially entranced, melted like chocolate with the sweet sound of that little nickname coming out of your mouth. His eyes flicker and he's trying not to stare at your lips, bottom lip caught in his mouth in anticipation.

"Could I put my stuff in your room?" You ask sweetly, trying not to laugh at the way Peter falters, blinking quickly.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Peter nods frantically, hoping he's not as red as he feels.

You bite back your grin as Peter stays there, not moving until you do, sweet brown eyes slightly magnified by his glasses. Oh, but it'd be so cruel to deny him.

You press a quick kiss to the corner of Peter's mouth. It's a little shy and you turn away immediately to grab the overnight bag you'd packed. Two pairs of cheeks are red and grateful for the excuse of it, trying to shake off the little bit of nervousness the two of you still have around each other. It's a little strange, neither of you quite used to having someone around to love so freely. It's new, too, both of you still a little afraid to do something that would scare the other off, each of you knowing you'd never be the one to run off.

But this tiny fear that lives in both of your brains is what had Peter picking over his appearance earlier and is what makes him nervous now as he leads you down the hall to his room. He'd cleaned it thoroughly, considering hiding all his trinkets and trophies, ended up shoving things that had littered his shelves into his closet.

Peter takes a breath before opening his creaky door, smiling as he welcomes you in, hoping you somehow wouldn't notice - or maybe, wouldn't care to ask about - any of the posters or books or medals or figurines that made Peter, Peter. He was partially embarrassed and entirely nervous about sharing more of himself with you. After all, Peter was an expert at shutting people out and not too great at letting them in.

He doesn't know if he's relieved or even more anxious as you stare in awe, bag abandoned near his bed. It's clear you're taking in every detail of Peter's room, eyes not missing a single decoration. Peter feels as if he's being dissected, fidgeting as he waits for you to finish your analyzing. He's about to suggest that movie when you walk over to the desk he has shoved against the wall. Peter doesn't think there's anything special about books and pencils, but you're touching the tops of the things on his desk with care and a fascination he doesn't quite understand.

You quietly move onto old trophies and medals Peter has displayed, only the ones he was proudest of.

"Princeton Math Competition? Wow, Pete." You only turn your attention to him momentarily, returning your eyes to the shelf with a grin.

Peter's heart flutters when you sound... impressed? It was an accomplishment he was proud of, but not something he went around telling strangers.

"Oh, that... that- that's old," Peter laughs, coming up behind you, sure now there'd be no chance of getting you to watch that movie.

"Tell me about it."

"W...what?" Peter laughs, glancing at you curiously.

"I wanna hear about it," you say genuinely, taking a seat on the edge of Peter's bed. "Tell me about it."

Peter doesn't have to tell you he's shocked for you to realize it, a small smile tugging at your lips as you look up at him. Peter's not sure he has the courage to ask why before you beat him, sensing his hesitancy.

"I wanna know everything about you Peter. I wanna hear about your math competitions. I want you to tell me what books you're reading. I wanna know what matters most to you," you shrug, face a little warm from the confession. You don't have too much time to be embarrassed before Peter is next to you, hands digging into the bed at your sides. His face is inches away, his breath warm on your lips.

"Please let me kiss you," Peter whispers.

"Please do," you whisper back, letting Peter take your face in his hands and pull you into a kiss. The surface you've chosen is a little unstable as the both of you shift around, neither of you quite able to let the other go until you're forced to, breathless and grinning.

Peter's glasses have fogged up and he groans, pulling them off exasperatedly. "God, I hate these things."

"Really? But you look so good in them," you comment innocently, picking up the frames and attempting to look through them, muttering something about how, wow, Peter is blind.

Peter's not paying attention, though, heart hammering in his chest. He takes you by surprises when he kisses you this time, glasses still in your hands as they rest against his chest.

"You're trouble," Peter says when he finally pulls away. "You're doing awful things to my heart."

"Should I make fun of you, then?" You tease.

"Oh, I think that'd make it worse."

"I didn't know you were into that."

Peter shoves you as you laugh, though he can't help but join you.

"I didn't know you were into nerds," Peter quips, letting you slide his glasses back onto his face - the ones that suddenly don't seem that bad anymore.

"Only the really pretty ones," you murmur, and really, how could Peter not kiss you for that one?

Peter tries to take his glasses off as your kissing grows heated, knowing they'll be useless when they eventually fog up anyway. But your hand stops Peter, lips puffy from plenty of kisses and still eager for more.

"Nuh-uh," you say, pulling Peter's hand back down. "Keep them on."

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