#lemoncar

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝘼𝙇𝙋𝙃𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙏, 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋.

“Black Sheep” ♬⋆.˚

character: Peter Parker x GN! reader

cars ɴᴏᴛᴇs: NOT PROOF READ!! For ‘Experience’, I know Peter is actually experienced in comics and stuff but I’m imagining a kinda AU where he has never dated MJ/Gwen/literally anyone. So don’t cut my head off for changing the lore a bit. Also I am SO excited to see the new Fantastic Four movie, I WILL post Johnny Storm fics. It's weird, never got the hype around Eddie Munson but am SO down bad for Johnny Storm. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He immediately collapses into cuddling, like without fail. He just wants to be as close to you as possible.

He’ll do anything you ask of him, but you kinda have to ask him. Like do you want water? Sure! You just have to ask because you made him feel so good he can’t think properly.

Also he LOVES after-sex showers, cause you look glowing to him. Almost going another round because of how much he is kissing you up and how close he was holding you while showering.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself? Peter has… body issues with himself, even with being muscular and built like a literally Greek God. But he DOES like his hands when it comes to you. Because without his hands he wouldn’t be able to feel your glorious skin, and that’s a fate worse than the end of No Way Home for Peter.

On you? This might sound corny but… your smile. Or your eyes, he couldn’t pick. He loves seeing you happy and the mere idea that you are happy is his doing? Feels better than any superhero thing he could’ve done. And your eyes… fuck, your eyes… he could die a happy spider looking in your eyes Oh and your thighs, but he just likes wearing them as earmuffs :3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Well obviously he LOVES cumming in you, duh. He loves the way you leak when he pulls out, making him hard again. Plus it makes him feel all warm and tingly, like yeah he came IN YOU. Because YOU love HIM… makes him feel special.

(For Female! Y/N) But to be safe and all that he’ll cum on your stomach, before cleaning it off he would trace little shapes with the cum on your stomach. Because he’s just so mature.

(For Male! Y/N) Oh you are NOT safe, unless asked otherwise he WILL be coming inside of you every single time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets turned on when you’re mean to him… but that stays between him, his penis and his wall.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely… not the most experienced. He’s watched porn, he’s not some innocent baby. And he knows his way around the human body (more in a scientific way than a sex way), but that’s it, really. 

But I would say he’s pretty competent, doesn’t mean he might not act a bit stupid so you can talk him through it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and cowgirl, because like I said- he LOVES your eyes. And your smile, so seeing your face is like heaven to him. Especially because your face is his actual favorite thing ever. 

But at the end of the day, he’s flexible. You want doggy style? Of course! You want Lotus position? Whatever you say! He likes making you happy. Happy Y/N = Happy Petey.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Is Spider-Man goofy? That’s like asking if grass is green or if Tony Stark was rich. It comes out before he could think while fighting, so imagine how bad it is during sex. While his brain is all mushy.

And he won’t say it but if you ever laugh while he’s in you, it gives his little web shooter small vibrations so… yeah he likes making you laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Peter, since the beginning of time, had… trouble growing a normal amount of hair. From facial to chest to pubic, he never really had much hair on his body.

But because he is a busy guy, he never really has time to shave. So there is some hair down there.

Does the carpet match the drapes? Hell yeah, brown and curly.

Bonus thing, he does NOT give a fuck if you have hair. Like shaved? Cool! Not shaved? Cool! #Peterparkerforbushes2025

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s super goofy, duh. But I think that’s his way of being romantic. Like of course he can be the traditional romantic, but I think his way is more of making you laugh and smile.

Like he doesn’t need to be full eye contact, heavy breathing, basically one person to feel romantic. And that’s what I love about him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Actually not that much, almost makes him feel gross at times.

Cause he doesn’t wanna jerk off to someone that isn’t you, but he doesn’t wanna jerk off to you without you knowing cause that makes him feel like a perv. So usually if he’s THAT horny he’ll just call you up.

But if he’s THAT desperate… he might rub one out to the thought of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage kink (cause wtf else are you gonna use those webs for)

Praise kink (both receiving and giving)

Edging (receiving)

Overstimulation (receiving or giving)

Lowkey anything where he’s the sub…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either his or your bed, sometimes couch. He is way too anxious for anything else that isn’t in his or your house. He wants to, of course, but the idea of getting caught is much too scary for him.

Plus the bed and couch is more intimate!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. That’s it. Doing anything, wearing anything, saying anything. Literally just ask and he’ll say yes.

That and domestic stuff with you, like watching Star Wars, folding laundry, showering, mornings… it just makes him all warm and fuzzy (and horny).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you. At all. 

He’s superhumanly strong, and doesn’t know his own strength sometimes. And his biggest fear is hurting you, so he’s never risking it. Ever.

Plus degrading, both receiving and giving. Receiving, he already has issues with himself, so degrading that’s anything more than just teasing? Not for him. Giving, he can never say anything mean to you on purpose.

Sorry people with degrading kinks.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving? (Male! Y/N) Oh he gives the prettiest head. His big, brown eyes staring up at you as he bobs his head like he doesn’t know how good he is. Sometimes if he’s had a long day he just wants it in his mouth, like just sitting there, comforting him.

Giving? (Female! Y/N) MUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH!!! He’ll spend the entire day between those thighs if he could. He’ll fall asleep while giving head, it’s so relaxing for him most of the time. And he will not stop unless you finish, ever. He just loves your taste so much.

Receiving? He’s extremely shy and will hide his red face in his hands. He’s embarrassed about how flustered and loud he is, so he tries to hide it. You tie him up so he doesn’t cover himself up which like I said before (bondage) turns him on even more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I said before, his biggest fear is hurting you. So it’s usually pretty slow and sensual. Now if you are in charge, go as fast as you want, it won’t hurt him. But if he’s setting the pace? Better safe than sorry, better slow and sensual than a broken pelvis.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

100% depends on his mood.

Sometimes he just needs to blow off steam, or maybe you need to before doing something- and he’s more than happy to do that.

But if he had to be honest, he likes the still, quiet moments that he can spend with you. And he likes to stretch those moments out as long as he can, before he goes back to superhero-ing. So he likes long sex more, but he’s not mad at quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Unless they go against his no-no rules, he’s all smiles! Go ahead, and he’ll almost 100% of the time say yes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

… He’s Spider-Man. He can go for a lot of rounds, duh.

He lasts as long as you want him too, he can pull through for you. But he’s always on the verge most of the time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys, but if you do? Cool! If you want to use it on yourself? Cool! If you wanna use them on him? Cool! He doesn’t see the point in using them on you himself, but if you ask he’ll probably do it. He’s very much a go with the flow kind of spider.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s in charge, he’s a BITCH about teasing. He’ll tease you till you're begging and whining. He loves seeing you flustered, and seeing you flustered and naked? 10/10 would recommend.

But if you’re teasing him?... He pleads the fifth (by that I mean he’ll whimper and whine very loudly until he can barely speak anymore).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries, he really does, he just… is very loud. You might have to cover his mouth to stop him from causing a noise complaint. When his brain gets all mushy, his last thought is if poor Mrs. Jackson next door could hear him moan bloody mary.

He’s a whimperer. Duh. Just look at him. If he’s really tired it might turn into soft groans, like the purring of an old cat.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Never said it had to be sexual soooo…

His teeth are crooked, and it’s adorable. He told May and Ben to not get him braces, instead to focus on bills and stuff, so he never got his teeth fixed. It’s also because he sucked on his thumb a lot as a kid.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long but more on the slender side. The spider bite didn’t affect his penis sadly.

6 inches soft, 7.5 inches hard, slightly curved up, small veins running all over it.

Baby pink tip, turns angry red when edged or over stimmed.

Sensitive. That’s it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Whenever you feel like it. For real.

He’s down almost whenever, maybe except for like… if Aunt May died or something. He thinks sex is so intimate and romantic it’s almost just like a really special kiss. And he loves special kisses.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he cleans you up, he’s OUT. Spider-Manning is hard, so any chance to sleep he gets he takes it like a champ. A sleepy champ who cannot sleep without being next to his Y/N. Seriously, he will NOT sleep if you aren’t there next to him and he can’t feel that.

Lemon car

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥

"Blitzkrieg Bop" ♬⋆.˚

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff ᴡᴄ: 1.1k character: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x GN! reader

summary: Peter comes home after a long day of Spider-Manning, entering his room only to find his best friend (and crush) in his bed. so he accidentally revealed his identity AND made himself look stupid.

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“They're forming in a straight line… they're going through a tight wind…” Peter mumbled to himself music playing through the inner speakers of his suit- which might have been the smartest thing Mr. Stark ever embedded into his suit. The frigid air picked at his skin through his suit, but it wasn’t as bad as it usually was. 

He followed the familiar path in his mind to his apartment complex, not even needing the built in map in his suit. He landed on a nearby rooftop, looking around to make sure no one was stalking him creepily like the super fans he was sure he had… or saw him enter his building. Probably more of the last one.

After making sure he was in the clear, he landed on the part of the wall above his window, looking through to see his door cracked open and May cooking some food that was definitely gonna burn. He used his little sticky hands to slide the window open, slowly as possible as to not alert the cooking Aunt May.

He kept up that same speed as he slowly crawled into his room, dead focused on making sure to close the door. Step by step, it felt like a million miles, before he stopped in front of the door. He reached out and pushed the open, creaky door until that satisfying ‘click’ entered his ears. He let out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding on like a lifeline.

Still not trying to make noise, he dropped down onto his bedroom floor, staring at the door for a second. A poster for MIT, his dream school laid on the door. A small smile twitched at his lips as he turned around to his bed- Oh. His jaw fell slack and his stomach tightened as he saw Y/N. His friend (and maybe crush since 5th grade but that doesn’t even exist, totally not, not way… shut up), sitting on the bottom bunk of his bed, just as shocked as him, mirroring him. They shot up in their seat on his bed… immediately hitting their head on the bunk above them. “Gah! Shit-” They yelped, holding their head in pain.

“Is something going on in there?” May’s voice called out from the other side, making Peter turn to the door quickly, holding his hand out like it would do something. “Ah- Nothing May!” He called back, turning to Y/N, who was no longer under his bed but still tending to their hurt head. “What are you doing here?!” Peter angrily whispered, he felt nauseous. “You’re Spider-Man…” They said in utter awe, staring at him, who at this point took off his mask and was so close to exploding all over the place. “Answer my question!” He demanded, his voice cracking embarrassingly, hurting his “demanding” tone. Y/N pointed a finger right back, “You answer my question first!” They exclaimed dramatically. “... You didn’t… ask a question?” He said slowly in confusion, wondering if the hit gave them a concussion. “Oh yeah… well.. uhhh… why are you Spider-Man?” They questioned quickly, grasping at straws. Peter rubbed his temple in confusion. “Cause I am?” Before he realized what he said, “I-I mean I’m not! I’m not… Spider-Man!” He said, even though he was dressed as Spider-Man and crawling on the ceiling… real convincing man. Somehow trying to salvage himself and prove his previous statement, he pressed the spider symbol on his chest, letting his suit go loose and fall to the ground. “I’m not…” He breathed breathlessly as he now only stood in his underwear, his light blue and white plaid underwear that was one size too big on him.

Y/N’s eyes widened as they stared him up and down, over his newly found muscles and… impressive biceps. “Dude… when did you get so ripped?” They said as they swallowed quickly, they wanted to reach out and touch it but held back… barely. Realizing what he just did, he covered his chest with his arms like an insecure teenage boy at the beach, shirtless for the first time.

“I-I’m not…” He coughed, trying to deepen his rising high pitched voice, “Ripped.” He said in a weirdly deep voice. He waved his hands, “You didn’t answer my question, why are you in my room?” He said so quickly, he was surprised Y/N could understand him. Y/N sighed, rubbing their eyes, “Dude, you told me that you were going to help me study for the Chem final.” They said, like they were the out of breath one here.

Oh shit, yeah, he was gonna do that. Damn you past Peter! Peter let out a shaking breath, rubbing his face. “Okay… Y/N listen to me… you can’t tell anyone about this- especially May! She’ll freak if she knows I’m out there everyday fighting…” He trailed off, his brows furrowing as if trying to converse a silent message to her. Y/N sensed how serious he was about keeping the secret, they nodded, “Yeah, okay…” Peter held out his pinky, “Pinky promise?” He asked, Y/N didn’t even think as they intertwined pinkies with him, shaking their hand. “Pinky promise.” They repeated. A silence filled between them as they sat awkwardly. None of them wanted to talk first, that was until Y/N filled the silence with a very important question. “Can you lay eggs?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head. “What? No.” “If you impregnated someone could they lay eggs?” Y/N asked, why out of all the questions did it have to be these ones?? Peter felt his entire face turn red as he pulled his hand away from theirs, “W-What? No?!” Peter exclaimed, chuckling nervously at their question. “I-I mean I… never tried but n-no!!” Just then the creaky, wooden bedroom door opened to May standing in the doorway. Peter was now acutely aware of how he was still basically naked, with his best friend, alone. Didn’t look too good. The three stared at each other for a second, before May spoke, “I burnt dinner.” She said simply. “May! I-It’s not what it looks like-” “I know you’re both young-” “It’s not like that!-” “Just put on a shirt-” May, please!” “Peter!” Y/N exclaimed, nodding towards the pajama shirt on his chair near his desk. “Just… put on the shirt.” Peter sighed as he pulled on the shirt quickly, covering his muscular body. May nodded, still trying to process what was going on. “Well once you’re done with,” She gestured to the two teens, “This, I’m picking up food.” She said slowly before shutting the door.

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, before Y/N ever so kindly commented, “Um, you look really good. Y’know… in your suit.” They said awkwardly, trying to salvage… everything. “Thank you.” Peter said as he turned to face his crush of so long, his cheeks turning a bit red at their complements. … “So when you grew muscles due to your powers, did anything… else, grow?” “Jesus, fuck Y/N.”

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨- 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬.

“Money” ♬⋆.˚

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff ᴡᴄ: 571 character: Andrew Garfield! Peter Parker x GN! reader

summary: After begging for him to kiss upside down, he finally says yes.

cars ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Sorry about not posting and crappy fics, I'm lazy. That's it. That's my reason. Credit to @uzmacchiato for header. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"This is stupid." Peter mumbled, but he could stop the small grin biting his lips. His fuzzy socks (yes he owned fuzzy socks, they're very comfy) were contrasting the popcorn ceiling he was standing on. He was standing upside down, his hair hanging down almost comically.

He had been dating Y/N for a couple of months, which was the best and all, but it was hard keeping a secret. Especially one as big as Spider-Man. So much sooner than he would've liked, they found out he was the The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man and Jonah's number one opp.

But ever since they found out, they've been asking for one thing over and over again. Upside down kissing, or as they like to call it- Spider-Man kissing. Cause he's Spider-Man... Not the most creative name but he gave them a pass because they're cute.

He refused at first, he didn't know why, he just refused. He always complained about, "But I'd have to get on the ceiling!" "But it's not a practical way to kiss!" "But I'm lazy..." He always dramatically acted like it was a punishment to be kissed by his super cool, hot and awesome partner. But after lots of kisses and begging, he agreed!

So here he was, upside down and hair hanging the same way. Y/N was standing in front of him, their lips looking (admittedly) very kissable. As they always did. Honestly, this was just another excuse to kiss his lover, so he didn't mind that much.

Peter rolled his eyes dramatically, but his lips said otherwise. "Are you gonna kiss me already or am I gonna be stuck up here forever?" Peter whined slightly, he still looked cute upside down. A bit more dramatic, but still adorable.

Y/N scoffed, rolling their eyes with a small smirk, “Oh shut up, Web head.” They mumbled back as they licked their lips, looking up at Peter. “Don’t you get light headed hanging upside down?” They questioned, raising their hand to his face, their thumbs stroking his cheek. Peter huffed dramatically, “I might die if you don’t kiss me already, so I can get down!” Y/N chuckled softly.

Without saying anything else, they leaned in, their lips hovering above his to where they were almost touching. Peter’s breath was heavy against theirs as he fluttered his eyes slightly, already feeling a bit flustered by basically nothing. They leaned in a bit more to actually kiss him, but their nose bumped into each other, as well as their chins.

The two opened their eyes, quickly pulling just enough to look each other in the eyes. A breathless laugh passed through their lips before Y/N tilted her head to kiss him again. The two stayed like that for a minute, their hand on his cheek and his hand on the back of their neck. It wasn’t until they had to- y’know… breathe, that they pulled apart.

The two stared at each other, breathing heavily, silent but comfortable. It almost felt like neither of them was going to talk until Y/N spoke, “That was anticlimactic,” Peter nodded, muttering in agreement as he hopped off the ceiling onto his floor. “Yeah, much better.” He said as he leaned and gave them a kiss on the forehead softly. He grinned at them as he reached and gave them a squeeze hug. It was a sweet little moment, until-

“Peter, get your hand off my ass.”

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙬𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨

“From The Start” ♬⋆.˚

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff ᴡᴄ: 1.4k character: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x GN! reader

summary: Peter has a plan to ask out his crush, while on a trip to Italy. Maybe they'll ignore how nervous he is.

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Peter hoped Y/N wouldn't see his armpit stains, cause fuck... he was nervous. He was on a school trip with his biology class, in the city of love... and the smell of Marlboro cigarettes but whatever. Everyone else was inside their rooms, probably just on their phones or something. But not Peter. No, no, no, no, of course not. He was doing something much more complicated.

Peter had put on his best button up shirt, the pants that made his butt look nice (at least that’s what Ned told him), and a nice blue tie (that he definitely didn't look up a tutorial on YouTube to tie, definitely not, he was too manly for that). He had his hair all nice and styled, he even had on some perfume that Aunt May let him borrow!... even though it smelt gross, and got in his mouth when he sprayed it. He was so prepared!

And in his pocket he had a necklace he had bought the first day he came to the warm country. All a part of his master plan (that Ned called stupid, but what does he know) to ask his crush of many, many years out. He continued to style his hair in the hotel mirror, muttering to himself as he practiced conversation in the mirror. "Of course Y/N, I'd love to go out with you... you look so... beautiful..." Peter sighed breathlessly, “Tonight.” He straightened out his tie. God, he sounded so dumb talking to himself. But what else was new?

He had planned this for months. The plan was... Ask Y/N if they wanted to leave the hotel to go sightseeing, bring them to the Rialto Bridge, give them the necklace, then ask them out. Easy, right? Peter looked in the mirror, pursing his lips. Why was he so scared? He had fought Captain America before, he had found Thanos before! This was nothing compared to that! Right? Right?!?

He groaned, shoved his face in his hands and pacing around his hotel room. Who was he kidding, this was so much worse! He muttered into his hands, "You're Spider-Man, you're Spider-Man, you're Spider-Man...." He muttered under his breath, like a little pep talk. He muttered it to himself as he walked out of his hotel room, and up to Y/N's door. "You're Spider-Man." One more time before rapping on their door a bit too loudly.

As soon as they opened their door, all the planning he had done had been thrown out of the window- along with the pep talk he gave himself. "Hey, Y/N." He almost whispered, his voice cracking embarrassingly. He cleared his throat, "I-I was, umm... Wondering if you- uhh.. Wanted to go out on a... Little outside-of-schedule trip?... Y'know a-around Venice? No-No pressure or... anything, just..." Peter trailed off, his eyes darting to his hands. His mouth was dry, and he was sweating like a criminal in a courtroom. They looked... amazing. And they weren’t even dressed up.

Y/N stared at Peter for a second, and he almost considered running away and trying to gaslight them believing he never even asked. “Yeah, sure.” They said blankly, looking Peter up and down. “I’ll be out in 30.” They said before shutting the door to… get ready. Well that was… anticlimactic. At least they didn’t say no. And honestly, what was he expecting? Y/N wasn’t the most… feelingsy person- while Peter definitely was.

He felt a giddy feeling in his chest, they said yes. Woah, is this what heaven felt like? Or was he going insane? He stood motionless in front of their room, staring at their door with a stupidly big grin on his face. “They said yes…” He muttered to himself, before skipping off his own room. Like actually skipping, hell, he even threw a twirl in there. He was happier then when he found out he was (kinda) an Avenger. And it was all because of Y/N. It usually was.

After 30 minutes (and changing his sweat stained shirt), he waited in the lobby. His eyes shot from his phone, to the elevator. Both scared Mr. Harrison was going to catch him, and scared because of the date he was about to go on with the person of his dreams. He tapped his foot nervously, now fearing that he was going to be stood up. That was until the elevator opened. And he felt his entire body tense up like someone held up a gun to his forehead.

They stepped out, looking like… well, he didn’t know. He hadn’t seen anything that could compare to their beauty. And he wasn’t sure he ever would. “H-Hey! Y/N!” He called out too loudly, waving his hand to get their attention. God their eyes were on him, he almost passed out just there and then. They looked at him, noticing him, and they started to walk towards the shaking boy.

Peter felt the necklace in his pocket, swallowing nervously at the thought of giving it to Y/N. What if they hated it? What if they hated him? What if they laughed at him? What if they rejected him? What if-

“Peter, come on. Before Mr. Harrison comes out here.” He heard them say as they walked out of the hotel, Peter scrambled to follow them. The night sky was illuminated by street lights, and maybe Y/N’s glowing face. Most likely the latter. Peter coughed through the awkward silence, turning to face the glowing person. “So there’s somewhere I wanted to visit, with you… The Rialto Bridge. You probably saw it on the little pamphlet they gave us.” He paused, “Or maybe you didn’t read it… either way I just- thought it would be cool to go to.” Y/N shrugged, cocking their head to the side. “Well, then lead the way.” And he did just that, walking in front of them so he couldn’t see the small smile on their face. The city smelt slightly of pasta, and even at night it felt like a warm hug. Peter’s fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides, yearning to feel them- but holding back as to not feel too touchy as to scare them away.

After awkward small talk and many fun facts from Peter, they arrived at the Rialto Bridge. It was surprisingly empty, like the universe was letting Peter have one thing go his way. He sighed as he turned to Y/N, who was leaning over the edge. His knees felt weak, they just looked so… too…

They looked so ethereal that he would regret it if he didn’t ask them out.

He huffed, building up the courage before talking, “Y/N, you’ve been my friend for a while,” They turned to face him, he felt nauseous, but he pushed it down. “And I wanted to give you this.” There. He held out the necklace. He watched as they took it with baited breath. Silence. More silence. More silence. Until a tiny voice asked, “Peter… why?” It made him furrow his brows a bit. “Why?” “Yeah, why?” He shrugged, “Cause I like- no…” He couldn’t lie to them, “I love you. A lot. Too much. Unhealthy. For a long time.” He confessed, his cheeks turning more and more bright red. 

They stared in disbelief, rubbing their temple. “Sorry, I’m… how could someone like you, love someone like me? I mean I’m not the most attractive-” Peter widened his eyes, “Woah, woah, woah- not the most attractive?? You’re literally every boy’s dream!” Y/N scoffed, rolling their eyes with a small smirk, “Yeah Peter, that’s why I have so many boyfriends.” They said sarcastically.

“... Well you’re my dream.” He said softly, feeling like this was an appropriate time to grab their hand, even if his hands were sweaty and clammy. Y/N stared at him like he grew 5 heads, their eyes shining in the moonlight in a way that made him almost tear up a bit. Peter swallowed a lump in his throat as he stared at his feet, avoiding all eye contact.

“Look, if you don’t like me back that’s fine-” He got cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing into his,  their hand behind his head, pushing him in. He froze before melting into the kiss, using all of the kissing practice he used on his pillow to help him. The kiss was short but enough to make Peter all hazy minded and weak. They could order him to jump off the bridge and he would listen gladly.