dej-okay:

You’re Everything (p.p.)

Author : @dej_okay

Word Count : 2.4k +

Warnings : like two swear words, fluffff, like 2% angst, cute peter when isn’t he cute though

Author’s Note :  Thank you to some of my biggest inspirations @hufflepuffholland @babyparker and @babyparker and @sam-a-holland and @sam-a-holland

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Tags : @sam-a-holland

Day One

Peter Parker was on top of the world.

The smile framing his baby face hadn’t left all day.

And it was because of her.

How had he managed to score a date with her, of all people. Her. She made him so happy, and she didn’t even try.

Peter was awkward, so awkward he had trouble answering questions in class. What made him so appealing to her? However, it wasn’t a shock that she’d caught his eye.

She was everything.

The perfect girl. She was smart, and independent. She never took anybody’s shit. And she was beautiful. He loved her eyes. Her eyes reminded him of every thing right in this world. Of every thing good, and just.

She was everything. Everything.

“Parker?”

She was there, beside him, that smile cheesing straight at him. She was there. So close that he could tilt his head and smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. Oh god, he thought, she’s actually here.

He smiled, shy, a tight lipped one, trying to control that overwhelming feeling of happiness inside of him. And oh gosh, she’s here.

–

Day Twenty-four

Here they were again. Together, crisp, cool air of autumn blowing through the cracked window in her living room. The warm material of her leg seeping through her leggings and over to his own leg, warming his whole body.

How did he tell her how much he loved this?

“Peter!”

He grinned, and glanced down, her hand gripping his arm, eyes trained on the television, the scene happening in front of her obviously an entertaining one.

God, you’re pretty.

His hand reached down, biting his lip, fingers reaching for the unoccupied hand that was clenching his forearm tighter, itching to feel her palm against his.

The edge of his fingertips skimmed hers, and her gaze snapped down, then up to his.

“Were you…were you trying to hold my hand?” She smiled, clearly amused.

His eyes widened, like a deer caught in headlights. “What? N-No! I was reaching for the, uh – popcorn!” Her amused glare gestured to the empty popcorn bowl. He felt his cheeks begin to burn, his face resembling that of a burnt tomato.

“You’re cute”, she mumbled. What should he do? Should he lay down? Pray? Scream? He looked distressed, like he couldn’t decide what to think.

He felt her slide the palm of her hand over his, fingers crossed between his own. He smiled, a big, dorky, boyish smile.

Peter obliterated.

Day Thirty-Nine

He hadn’t kissed his everything yet.

Peter thinks that it’s partially his fault, because of how nervous and giddy he got around her, he forgot to kiss the lips he’d been waiting to kiss.

He could kiss her now.

As she was hovered over a couple text books, hair pushed out of her face. One of his punny tee shirts sagging on her figure because of how much taller he was than her.

She’s so cute.

Peter thought about kissing her all the time. But he never took the risk.

So that’s what he did.

He sat up, feet nearly drowned out by sweatpants his aunt had bought way too big padding across the floor, over to her place on his carpeted floor. She looked up at him with an angelic smile right as he bent down, grabbed her face, and pulled her lips to hers.

She was shocked, he could tell. He could tell her eyes were still open wide, and she wasn’t kissing him back. Oh god, he thought. Did I move too fast? But then her lips started moving against his, her hands combing into his hair, clinging onto him.

He smiled into the kiss, and when they both pulled away, he heard her speak.

“Wow.”

He chuckled, and pressed a few more kisses to her lips. “Yeah”, he agreed, “Wow.”

His everything was wow.

Day Fourty-Four

She was his light.

He thinks he realised this on their third date.

She was glowing, cheekbones swelling with happiness, eyes shining with him in their irises, that smile staring back at him, the feeling of her with him making him feel like the best thing, the only thing that mattered.

She was the only thing that mattered.

“Have I told you recently how painfully beautiful you are?” She flushed at his words.

“No”, she spoke, soft voice coming into the loudness around them, “care to remind me?”

He pulled her closer, a boost of confidence shooting through his veins. “You’re…” He strugged to find the right words to describe her, to describe his everything.

“You’re the sun”, he murmured, “you’re the universe. My own personal little ray of sunshine.”

She reached for the mug of hot cocoa on the diner table, wanting the sweet drink to hide her even sweeter smile.

That smile made everything worth it.

–

Day Sixty-Three

He lived for her.

He was positive he was one of the strongest teenagers in the world, and nothing could bring him to his knees like she could.

Everything was perfect.

She was perfect.

Peter looked forward to the kisses on the cheek he would get every morning, followed by her timid voice speaking out a small, “Good morning, Peter.” He got used to afternoons spent at the cafe on 31st drinking hot chocolate and watching the way the wind flushed her cheeks for her.

He got used to her.

She was truly becoming everything.

He never went a day without seeing her, without seeing one of the only things that kept him whole. With his happiness, with his everything.

When he started disappearing during school and cancelling their dates, he knew she was hurt. And god, it broke him. He didn’t like seeing her upset, it was his job to cheer her up, to make her smile shine bright everyday.

She was headstrong, though, and Peter knew she would end up confronting him.

So when she did, he wasn’t really surprised.

Why didn’t he just tell her? As she stood there, a look of pure hurt framing her features, he was lost in thought. He trusted her, he trusted her with his life. So why not trust her with his biggest secret?

“-and it really sucks, Parker, because I really like yo-”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

That made her go silent, eyes widening. “What?” She seemed to think it over before she spoke again. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” That made Peter chuckle.

“Because I…I never planned on you. I already put everyone I love in danger if they know, I wouldn’t…I didn’t want you to be taken away from me.” He glanced down, a humourless chuckle falling from his lips.

“And after all the broken bones and bruised fists, tussles with bad guys wrecking havoc on the world, who would’ve thought that my hardest fight would be you?” The feeling of hands grasping his made a smile dance on his lips.

“Peter…I know, okay? But pushing me away isn’t going to do anything, it’s just going to make me want you more.” She gave him a small grin. “It’s not going to do anything to lessen my adoration for you.”

She was everything.

Day Ninety-Nine

Without her, he was nothing.

Peter Parker had been searching for ways to tell her, tell his sunshine, his darling, his everything, that he loved her. Peter had never said the “L Word” to anyone. But then again he had never felt this strongly for anyone else.

“Be careful”, she mumbled, watching as he pressed the emblem on the middle of his chest to make the spandex material to fit his build.

“I always am.”

“False. That is a lie, Parker.”

“Well…I always come back to you, don’t I?”

He saw her chest rise and fall with a sigh. “I worry about you.”

“As you should”, he joked, “concern is expected when your beloved and courageous so puts himself in danger.” He knew that did nothing to get rid of her worry, and he grabbed her hand in a soothing gesture.

“Hey”, he called softly, comfortingly, “I’ll be careful, okay? I promise.” He left a quick kiss on her knuckles before he let their hands disconnect, and he shot her a wink and his infamous dazzling grin, before he pulled the mask over his head, and swung away from the brick building.

As Peter worked his arms in the air, the familiar sound of webshooters in his ears, he wondered how he’d tell her. Would he make a big grand gesture? Would he whisper it in her ear when he saw her in the halls the next morning?

What would he do?

How was he going to express his love to his everything?

Day One Hundred

His everything was in front of him.

Now was his chance.

“Ow!”, he winced, hands shooting uo to grasp her own, that were dabbing disinfectant onto the scrapes and cuts dotting his chest. “That hurt.”

She confessed a sorry from her sweet lips, eyes wide with concern. “Maybe if you were careful like you promised”, she chided, and she meant it in a teasing way, but their was warning behind her words.

“Yeah, yeah”, he said.

“I’m serious, Peter. What if one day you don’t come back?” She swallowed, and let out a shaky breath. “I’m always so scared that one day you won’t come back. A-And I’m gonna have to find out on the news that you’re just…gone, and then I wouldn’t know what to do, or…I wouldn’t be able to live-”

“I love you”, he rushed out. She paused, lips parted, shaping around a word she was interrupted in saying.

His shoulders raised in a half hearted shrug, and he smiled. How could he not fall in love with the one person that made Peter Parker feel like Peter Parker? “Duh”, he mumbled jokingly.

“Why?”

He frowned, not liking the way she was staring at him like he’d made the biggest mistake in the world. Maybe I did, he thought, maybe she’s going to destroy me. But he wouldn’t want to be destroyed by anyone else, now would he?

“Because you’re you. You’re Y/N. You can’t whistle, or multi-task. You peel the crust off of the side of the sandwich you take the first bite out of, but you eat the rest of the crust just fine. You like the smell of rain. You watch Supernatural like it’s a lifestyle-”

“It is a lifestyle-”

“You’re you, Y/N, and I fell in love with you!” Peter’s chest was heaving, the word vomit he just suffered taking a toll on him. “I love you.” She looked down at her sock clad feet, and when she looked back up, he saw everything.

She didn’t need to say anything for him to tell that she felt the same.

Maybe she’s going to destroy me, he thought again, maybe she’s going to destroy me in the best way.

His everything loved him back.

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Six

How had he managed to have everything?

He loved the way the lights in the gym, blue and gold and white, reflected off her skin, off of the dress she wore, the dress she looked so beautiful in, so everything.

He loved the way she smiled at him from across the room, the chatter of students and the boom of music from speakers nothing compared to his heart beating when he saw her.

He loved her.

Fuck, he loved her so much.

He admired her as she laughed at something Michelle said, ears catching the change of a fast paced song with absolutely no way in deciphering the lyrics to a slow one, calming and soft.

And he was off, walking across the gym to her, looking at her, starstruck. “Mind if I steal her away for a minute?” Michelle raised her hands, dismissing it as she turned to grab more punch, which was most likely spiked.

Peter took her hand, and tugged her with him, to the middle of the floor. “May I have this dance?” She giggled, and he was estatic that he was the cause.

“I can’t dance!”

“Well neither can I.” A lie. Peter had begged Aunt May to teach him how to dance, since he’d forgotten since the last homecoming dance. At least he’d get to enjoy this one.

“Peter”, she whined. He smiled, and placed both hands on her waist, lifting her slightly, laughing at the squeal that left her, and setting her down on his feet. He guided one of her hands to his shoulder, and the other he held in his own.

Peter began to sway back and forth, and a content sigh left him. “I love you”, she confessed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She kept her eyes on him, fingers digging gently into the material of his suit.

“I love you.” Her nose crinkled.

“You never say ‘I love you too’”, she said, “why?”

He paused before answering. “Saying ‘I love you too’ makes it seem like I only love you when you love me. And I don’t, I love you all the time.”

“Take me away”, she blurted.

Peter Parker was happy to do that. He took her back to the very top of the building, where the stars almost shined brighter than her smile, but not quite. He guided her near the edge, where they looked down at the entire town, on top of the world.

His hands were shaking, reaching back into his pocket to pull out a little velvet box. “Y-Y/N?” He sank down to one knee, and god, she had finally brought him down to his knees for good.

She turned, and backed up a little, and he felt his heart jump, greatful that there was a rail to hold her up. “Peter?” She let out a breath.

“I-I’m not proposing, not yet at least, Mr. Stark only pays me n-nine bucks an hour, b-but-”, he wet his lips, and closed his eyes, “this is a promise ring…a-and I’m not good at speaches, so…I uh…” He took the ring out, the small ruby resting on it, that flinted snd flirted with their eyes, something for his everything.

He held his hand out, and waited.

She reached her own shaking limb out, and allowed him to slide the jewelry onto her finger. She laughed, that laugh lifting a weight off of his chest.

How had he managed to have everything?

How had he managed to have her everything?

God, he loved her.

“You’re like my oxygen, and I can’t live without oxygen.” He spoke with hesitant words, shaky and final.

“You’re my everything”, he spoke, “and I can’t live without my everything.”

“You’re everything.”