pairings: Peter Parker x Reader (both are 18+)
chapter summary: Peter came to Paris to visit Reader
warnings: fluffs, language?, reader is having a hard time with her art, intsy teensy jealous!peter
author’s note: so sorry if its short and late!! i’ve been trying my best to weave the plotline gently. enjoy, though! happy reading! (taglists are still open)
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it has been a month since you moved to Paris. needless to say, there was a lot of stress-crying, the feeling of homesick, and just plain happiness. but as of lately, your mojo has been off. you scraped a lot of paintings of your own because it doesnt feel right
when you told your newly best friend about it, he would push you (in a good way) to get out of that zone. he would definitely try to take you out to get some fresh air but it always ended up with the two of you sitting on the couch watching Netflix.
you haven’t had an art block since forever so it was shocking when you found out the next day that you feel as if you can’t paint or draw right. you ended up accidentally throwing your paintbrushes on the floor out of frustration and that was when Jules came in to check on you.
“is everything alright?” he said soothingly. you looked at him with crystal eyes that could shatter any moment. you took a seat and sob quietly.
“You don’t understand what, Y/N?”
“Why am I suddenly like this? at the peak of my career?” you muffled through your hands. Jules took a seat beside you and rub circles on your back,
“Hey, don’t be too harsh on yourself. you know everyone loses their inspiration every once in a while right?”
“I know but not this long,”
“Don’t compare yourself to others, Y/N. You’re you and thats enough,”
you sighed trying to make sense of the world again. you moved your hands to breathe right again. “Come on,” Jules stood up “We’re going to get ready and really get you out of this house.”
you smiled to Jules and said okay.
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you were sitting on your vanity trying to clean up your face and make it less puffy and dead. your bedroom door were wide open when you heard a doorbell ring.
“Jules! will you get that?”
you groaned and pushed yourself to the door with the most annoyed face plastered on. you opened the door slightly, “Can I help you?” and that’s when you saw a brown hair boy on your porch.
“Peter?” you gasped, shocked that your crush friend is right in front of you.
“Is that really you?” you cupped his face
“The one and only!” Peter smiles
Peter opened his arms to celebrate you with a hug, you hugged him, inhaling the smell of his cologne that you will never get tired of.
“What are you doing here? Are you here with MJ?” you pulled back from him and took a good look of him
“Actually, I’m just here by my own,”
“Y/N? who’s at the door?” Jules voice becoming more and more clear as he walks to where you were at. “Jules, this is Peter! Peter, Jules,” you introduced them both.
Jules took his hand out wanting to shake Peter’s hands but Peter just wave it off leaving Jules hanging.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to go out anymore?”
“Not at all, Y/N.” Jules said with a smile and just like that he went out to probably eat or something leaving you and Peter alone at the small house. You invited Peter in and showed him the couch.
“So you and that guy?” Peter says with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You chuckled, “Yeah, well, no,” Peter raised his eyebrows, “He’s just my roommate and co-worker,” you said explaining to him.
“That does not make any sense. How is that allowed?” he asked
“Its just the company that I’m working with thinks that it might good to have a co-worker who leaves in the same house to help with the project.”
Peter formed his mouth into an ‘o’ signalling that he understood.
“Are you here by yourself?”
“MJ is coming here too later today! maybe we should hang out?” you suggested
“About that... MJ is not coming,”
“Nothing happened! She was never coming here in the first place,”
you had a confused look on your face,
“so she doesn’t want to see me?” you said with sadness laced in your voice
“N-no! She lied! for me!” Peter tries to assure you,
“Truth is, I missed you. I felt like I could go crazy if I have to go another month without seeing you,”
“So I made her lie to you that she’s coming here so that you won’t know that it was actually me. I want it to be a surprise, y’know?” he said in his Queens accent.
you were frozen to your seat. you felt so... full? is that even a right word– you missed Peter too but you didnt expect him to go this long just because of a silly reason. you punched him on his arm,
“Ouch! what was that for?!”
“It was for a good reason!”
you put on your best mad face to make him feel intimidated and you can tell it was working when you made the one and only young Avenger avoiding an eye contact with you.
you burst out in laughter,
“what’s so funny?” he said offended,
“I’m just joking! I miss you so much, Peter!” you said and embraced him with a hug once more.
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the whole day was well spent with Peter. the two of you ordered a take out food for dinner. you were sat comfortably on your pale blue bedsheets while Peter is taking in the view of your bedroom.
“do you like that one, Parker?” you teased when uou saw he was staring at a naked figure that was a part of your anatomy self project.
he blushed and rubbed the back of his head.
“These are amazing, though,” he said staring at the wall that was half full with your artworks and stickers. you love that part of your room, if marrying a wall was the norm, you’d marry it in no time.
“Thank you, it’s not done yet,” you said looking at your laptop trying to find a movie for the both of you to watch
“Are you going to finish it?”
“I was going to finish it this week but everything feels like hell,”
“Whats wrong?” he asked while dipping into the bed with you
“I don’t know, I can’t paint right these days. whenever I do, I just ended up tossing them in there,” you pointed to the dustbin
“Sometimes I wish I could just drink something that would make me have my mojo back, y’know?”
“But you have to understand, Y/N. These art blank are just gonna get worse if you keep forcing it,” he paused looking for the right word to say
“You have to stop overworking yourself because you’re not a robot,” he held your hands
you smiled at him, “It’s art block, Pete,”
you chuckled and “It’s not art blank, it’s called art block,”
“Yeah, whatever, they’re the same thing,”
“Right, but thank you anyway. I really needed to hear that from the right person.” you laughed.
he took your laptop from your lap and put on the most basic film ever; Shrek. you raised your eyebrows at him but he ignored it and said it’s a good film.
slowly and surely, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as you lay your head on Peter’s chest. breathing steadily as he wraps his arm around you.
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you woke up with coldness next to you that was once filled with Peter’s warmth. you rubbed your eyes and figured that he went home early. you went to the kitchen to meet the sound of pans clanking and something smells good.
“Good morning, Jules,” you assumed
you rubbed your eyes again to see if that was really Peter standing or if its just an hallucination and thank God it was real.
“Making pancakes,” he said while flipping he pancake on the pan
“Burned pancakes?” you jokingly said but you were fully aware that he had made you your favourite comfort food; chocolate chips pancake.
“I thought you went back to your hotel room,” you said pouring yourself an orange juice
“would you be upset that if I did?”
“maybe.” you smacked your lips.
you head to the breakfast table that has already been set with forks and knife.
“Good morning, y’all,” Jules said through a yawn
“Morning, Jules,” you respond
Peter just stood there infront of the stove, keeping his focus on the pancakes.
Jules made himself a cup of joe and went to sit down with you at the table. Peter turned off the stove and set the plate down in front of you. it was awfully nice at how he stacked three pancakes together with a berries that has been cut and has been carefully placed into a smiley face.
“Looks delicious, Pete,” you kissed his cheeks and smiled
“If you want there’s more at the counter, Jules,” Peter said trying to be on his best behaviour
“Nah, I’m all good. I’m on a diet,”
“Yeah, right,” you said as you sliced the pancakes
Jules rolled his eyes while Peter had a disgust face on. what? do you think you’re better than my pancakes? Peter thought to himself. Jules excused himself to his bedroom. Now, its only you and Peter.
“When are you going back home?” you asked with mouthful of pancakes
“the day after tomorrow. I have a lot of things I have to do,”
you frowned not wanting him to leave, almost regretting that you had asked him that
“Would you mind staying here?”
“You know I can’t do that,”
“No, I meant, stay here until its time for your flight to go back home,” you suggested
“You can take the bed! i’ll take the couch!” you eagerly said trying to convinced him
“I can’t let you do that,”
“I can’t let you sleep on that couch, I’ll take the couch,” he smiled
you quickly embraced him and pulled back, you had a huge smile on your face. you can’t wait to spend the rest of the next few days with your best friend.
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