SPIDER-MAN IMAGINES

When The World Falls In Love | Peter Parker [TH]

Just something Christmas themed to get you guys ready for Christmas :-)

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Peter had gotten a new camera for Christmas early. Aunt May had bought it for him, and she was too excited to wait until December 25th to let him open it.

So you came over and she handed him the wrapped present with such anticipation.

Peter opened it, saw the camera, and suddenly, all he wanted to do was have a photo shoot.

And of course you were the subject of his plans, because you were over for the day. 

And all stinking day, he had been taking pictures of you. It was either you seated on the couch with a cup of coffee, you seated in front of the Parker's Christmas tree, one wrapped gift in your hands and all of the others scattered around you, you standing in front of the stockings, a Santa hat on your head and a plate of iced sugar cookies in hand-

And while you absolutely loved your best friend, you hated being his model sometimes.

Because once Peter got started with photography, he didn't want to stop. He was insanely talented and very creative. Some of the ideas that he had absolutely blew his mind - but still, you weren't as into this as he was.

"Peter," you said, trying not to drop the plate of cookies as he made you sit down in front of the tree. "I thought we were going to make hot chocolate and play video games today."

"I know, I know, we will!" He waved you dismissively and held the camera up in front of his face. "Smile!"

"But my mom is getting me in less than two hours-"

"Right there! Hold that smile," he said. The flash went off with a click. Your eyes were really starting to hurt. "One more?"

"Peter," you said tiredly. "My mouth hurts from smiling."

He snickered. "Don't be such a baby," he said, snapping a few. He looked down and went through them. "Uh... I don't know about these. They're kind of... dark."

"We can edit them," you suggested.

"No, it's better to just try them at a new angle." He looked at you and shrugged, then stopped. Your face must have finally reflected how completely tired you were of taking pictures. "Are you all right?"

You shook your head. "It was fun to be your model at first, Peter, but it isn't anymore. I'm sorry." You set the plate of cookies down on the coffee table. "And I am sorry, but I came over here to have fun with you."

"I-I thought we were having fun," he said, his voice small.

You felt a twinge of guilt. "Peter, I love spending time with you, no matter what we are doing. But sitting in front of things in uncomfortable positions, forcing myself to smile when the posture I'm being forced to use seriously hurts my back... it isn't fun. I wanted to hang out with you in our pajamas and play video games and get sick on hot chocolate with way too many marshmallows. But this-" You shook your head again. "I'm sorry, Peter."

He swallowed. "Well, what can you do?" he asked. He forced a smile and turned off his camera. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was becoming a little too... annoying with it. I just thought you enjoyed having your picture taken by me just as much as I enjoy taking pictures of you." He shrugged and placed the camera on the coffee table, then stood up. "Well, uh, thanks for dealing with me as long as you did. You're a really great model."

You frowned. "Peter-"

"No, you're right," he said, holding up his hand. "I invited you over to have some fun, and making you sit here for pictures isn't fun. Can you text your mom? Ask if you can stay over a little while longer? I promise, I'll make it up to you with all of your favorite two player games."

You sighed. "Peter, now I just feel bad."

"Don't - you don't have to. It's okay."

"It's not. You were excited about your new camera and I completely ruined it. Let's look at what pictures you took today."

"You don't really want to see them," he said. 

"I do!" you said honestly. "I'm being serious. I'm kind of interested to see... to see just how I look in these pictures where my face hurts too bad to even know if I'm using my cheek muscles right."

He laughed and held out his hand. You took it, needing the help up off of the floor.

You both made hot chocolate and then curled up on the couch. As you sipped your hot drinks, you browsed through the pictures on his brand new camera.

"Oh gosh, I look horrible in that one," you said, cringing at one of the photos of you in front of the Christmas tree.

"What?" he asked. "No way, that one is my favorite!"

"No it is not, Peter Parker. Delete that!" You laughed.

"No way! You look so pretty-"

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. "What?" 

"What?" he echoed. 

"You just said that I'm-"

"No I didn't," he said quickly, looking at you, brown eyes just as wide (if not wider) than yours.

"Pretty," you finished in a breath. 

He gulped. "Okay, fine. I said you were pretty." Less confidently, he said, "Is that... okay?"

You nodded, unsure of what to say.

"Okay," he breathed.

"I don't understand," you finally managed to say.

"You don't understand?"

You shook your head. Your hands were shaking. The hot chocolate was going to slosh onto your lap and ruin your Christmas-green pajama pants. You leaned over and put the cup down on the coffee table.

"I don't understand," you said again.

"I... think you're the prettiest girl I know," he said. "And sometimes... all I want to do is take pictures of you. And not in a creepy way, but because the way I see you is so... I just think you're so beautiful. And if I can capture that moment, where I can only see how pretty you really are, then... then I think I'm doing a good job. As your best friend." He swallowed and nodded.

You shook your head slowly, your lips turning upward into a smile. 

"Peter, that is the nicest thing any human as ever said to me. Any."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Any human? Do... other things talk to you sometimes? Have they said nicer things?"

You rolled your eyes and smacked him gently. 

"Hey," he laughed. 

"I'm being serious. That means a lot. Thank you."

He gave you that close-lipped smile. "You're welcome."

When he got back to going through the photos, you stared at him for just a while longer.

Because now you were aware of how loudly your heart was beating.

How warm your face felt under the skin.

How you really liked the way that one curl was hanging over his forehead.

He was suddenly so cute, and you just wanted to grab him by the shoulders and tell him that he was and just kiss him-

You suddenly swallowed.

Oh no.