Summary: It was hard for you to leave your team and your boyfriend behind in New York when you were asked to join Coulson’s team, but Christmas has a funny way of bringing people together.
Additional Characters: Daisy Johnson, Steve Rogers, May Parker
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: You don’t need to watch Agents Of Shield to read this by the way, I just thought it was a good excuse for why the reader wasn’t in New York and also to have a Daisy cameo
So you’re probably wondering whats going on, and if you havent guess by now, I will be doing a twelve days of Christmas drabble thing and will be posting a new Christmas themed drabble everyday until Christmas! Yay! Some may be based on songs, some will just be cute holiday fluff. So thanks to everyone who requested and, enjoy!
(This might be too long to be a drabble but who cares)
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Words could not describe the feeling you got when you heard those words come out of the weatherman’s mouth.
Snow day.
It was a snow day.
The night before, a storm had visited and left behind more than a foot of snow completely surprising the city. Roads were blocked and people were being late for work, but not you. No, you got to stay home and sleep in. Nothing could imitate the feeling of a snow day.
You had slept in till nearly noon, before you heard a knock on the door. With your parents at work, you knew there was only one person it could be.
“Peter!” you smiled, pulling his slightly shivering body into the warmth of the house and hugging him tight.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t call first, but I knew you’d be alone so I figured I’d come and keep you company-” he rambled on, but you cut him off with a kiss. He was surprised at first but quickly kissed back.
You and Peter had been dating for about a month now, yet he was still nervous around you. You of course found it adorable how he would ask to kiss you, or how he would blush when you held his hand in public, but you wanted him to be more comfortable with you.
“You’re cute.” you said as you pulled away. His face was flushed red, from a mixture of both the cold and the kiss, and he had this dreamy little smile on his face, “C’mon, take off your coat, get comfy.”
You started to pull him towards the couch, but he stopped you, “Actually I was kinda thinking we could go out. For some coffee or ice skating or just a walk. If you want.”
“Ya, that sounds awesome. Wait down here, I’ll be ready in five.”
You ran upstairs, and true to your word, came running back down fully dressed in a few minutes.
You two stepped out into the snow, and smiled at the view. With everything covered by the snow, it definitely looked a lot like Christmas.
You walked side by side through the streets, he was babbling on about something that had happened durring his internship with Tony Stark (which you still weren’t sure why he had) while you half listened, and half admired how cute he was when he got all excited.
You stopped at a coffee shop, and ordered to hot chocolates which you happily sipped while walking outside of some stores. You were doing some window shopping, and making a mental note of those who you had still not gotten a gift yet, when you felt it. Another gloved hand was brushing against yours. At first you thought it was an accident, so you didn’t say anything, but then it happened again. And again.
Finally, you turned and looked at Peter, who was doing a bad job at looking innocent.
You just smiled at him, and took his hand in yours while he tried to hid his blush
At around 3, you stopped for food, and the waitress told you that you and Peter were the cutest couple she had ever seen, and jokingly asked when the wedding was.
You continued your walk talking and laughing. The sun had set and the night was lit up by Christmas lights. You smiled at the view watching as snow began to lightly fall again, and it was definitely colder than when you had first come out.
You shivered, and wrapped your arms around yourself. And with confidence you had yet to see in Peter, you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you close to him.
You smiled and glanced down at your feet. Usually it was him blushing, not the other way around, but you could definitely get used to this.
Standing together by a light display, you cuddled into him, turning to him and looking up, “You know I really like you Peter.”
“I really like you too.” he said, just loud enough for you to hear. His eyes stared into yours, as you both started leaning in.
“Can I…” he mumbled his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.
“You’re such a dork.” you laughed, pulling him in for a kiss, only he soon after took control, wrapping his arms around your waist and dipping you down a bit.
Now this would have been extremely romantic and picture perfect, if you hadn’t been standing on slick, ice-like snow.
The second he dipped you down, you lost your footing and fell, bringing him down with you.
You don’t know how his reflexes were so fast, but he somehow managed to twist you around enough so the you landed on him, and not the other way around.
“Oh God, around you ok?” you laughed.
“I’m fine.” he laughed back, “Are you?”
You sat, up straddling him for a moment, “I am now.” you winked.
You stood up, and help him up.
“C’mon, we should get home.” he said.
You kissed him once more, and hand in hand, walked home.
He walked you up to the door step and through the window you could see the lights of the tree and the sound of Christmas music.
“Thanks for today, Pete. It was really fun.” You said, “Probably my favorite snow day.”
“I had fun too.”
You leaned into kiss him once more, but there was a knocking on the window, and you looked over to find your (sister, brother, parent, whatevs) watching with a smirk.
You groaned, “I guess I should go.” You opened the door, and turned before shutting it, “Merry Christmas baby.”
A/N: This is pretty mediocre but whatever. @put-in-writing it’s ur bf and also @kurtwxgners enjoy some Soft Peter
Genuine free time is a rarity at Xavier’s.
Usually, ‘free time’ is actually time that’s supposed to be spent doing
homework or studying, but this is one of those rare occasions where free time
is actually just free time, and you’ve made the most of your Saturday evening.
You and Peter have been holed up in his room since dinner, watching bad movies,
eating copious amounts of popcorn and pretending the appeal of cuddling in bed
together is strictly platonic. The credits start to roll on the movie that had been
playing and you rub blearily at your eyes, shifting against Peter’s side so you
can glance over at the clock on the bedside table beside you.
“Jesus, it’s like one am. Maybe we should
go to sleep,” you suggest, and Peter pulls a face at the idea.
“But why?” he asks petulantly and you roll
your eyes.
“Because sleep. I’m tired and you’re tired
and these movies are terrible and we’ve run out of popcorn. Do I need to go
on?” You retort, and now it’s Peter’s turn to roll his eyes at you.
“Okay fiiiine,” he draws the word out in mock indignation. “We can go to
sleep if you insist.”
You start to sit up and swing your legs
over the edge of his bed to head back to your room, expecting Peter to pull
back so you can get up, but instead he just adjusts his position and pulls you
in so your head is resting against his shoulder. You try to ignore the way your
cheeks heat up and your heartrate increases erratically as he slings an arm
round your waist and settles you against his side.
“Uh, Peter?” you start, voice a little
unsteady. “What’re you doing?”
“You said we needed to sleep, right? Well
we are,” he says matter-of-factly, as if his response to your initial
suggestion was the most natural reaction in the world.
“I meant in our own beds,” you say
amusedly, though despite your surprise at his display of physical affection,
you still aren’t pulling away from him.
“This is better,” he says resolutely, his
arm tightening minutely around you, his voice a little defensive, and you lean
back to look up at him curiously.
“It’s-why?”
“Because I-being around you is-it just is,
okay? Please don’t go.” Peter’s voice is quiet and suddenly a little unsure,
and as he’s looking down at you, his gaze flickers unconsciously down to your
lips and then back up to your eyes, and just like that, your impulse control is
gone. One of your hands comes up to rest against the side of his neck,
fingertips brushing lightly over his jaw as you lean in and press your lips
gently to his. The kiss is short and sweet and a little hesitant, but as you
pull away, his eyes are still closed for a moment, and he lets out a soft sigh,
his breath ghosting over your skin.
“Okay. I won’t go,” you whisper, the hand
at his neck sliding up to cradle his face, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
He doesn’t say anything in response, just tilts your chin up so he can kiss you
again, his lips warm and soft against yours as he winds his other arm around
your shoulders, pressing you closer as he draws back and you tuck your head
against the crook of his neck, letting the warmth of his body lull you to
sleep.
The next morning, it takes you a couple of
seconds to reorient yourself, blinking drowsily as you take in the room around
you and Peter’s uncharacteristically peaceful expression as he sleeps. You’re
still wrapped in his arms, and you don’t try to fight the fond smile spreading
over your face as you shift against him slightly, leaning up to kiss him
softly.
“Peter. Wake up. C’mon sleepy,” you murmur
between kisses, giggling slightly at his sleepy, confused expression.
“But whyyyyy,” he mumbles, moving so he can
bury his face against the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you
as you thread your hand through his hair, tugging him up again.
“You gotta. It’s a beautiful morning,” you
say persuasively, and his mock pout quickly gives way to an endearing grin as
he looks at you, seemingly surprised that you’re actually there.
“It’s nice that your voice was the first
thing I heard today,” he whispers, and you feel your cheeks heat up in
response.
“It’s nice that I got to wake up with you,”
you whisper back, and Peter actually seems to light up at your words as he
leans in to kiss you again.
ok but LISTEN the most fucking unbelievable part of civil war was when spiderman was like “you know that really old movie empire strikes back??? with the walker things” like geek ass peter parker doesn’t know what the fuck star wars is, let alone an at-at
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