For the male reader thing I was thinking maybe with like Peter?

//This is my first x male reader writing. Please give your honest opinion with CONSTRUCTIVE recommendations.//

“Is anyone sitting here?” A male’s voice asked. 

You gestured to the chair beside you, not bothering to look up, “It’s all yours.”

“Hey. I’m Peter.” The man that identified himself and stretched his hand out.

Rolling your eyes, rather annoyed, you reached your hand out. “I’m Y/-”. When you looked at him, you were speechless. Green eyes, floppy light brown hair, and a mega watt smile. Clearing your throat, “I-I’m Y/N.”

“Ethics in law. Seems like an oxymoron.” Peter smirked.

You chuckled. “Yeah,no kidding. So what type of law were you thinking of practicing?”

“Criminal law. Eventually be a prosecuting attorney. How about you?” He replied.

“Environmental. Wanna feel like I’m giving back.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ah a bleeding heart.” He nodded his head “Admirable.”


After that day you and Peter were inseparable. Studying together, grabbing dinner or having coffee on weekends.

Every time Peter’s hand brushed yours it sent electric through you. When he walked close to you, you had to resist the urge to put your arm around him.

“Wow. The snow is really coming down out there.” Peter turned from the window to look at you, “maybe you should stay here tonight.”

You glanced out the window, “Yeah. Good idea. Wouldn’t be the first time I crashed on your couch.”

Peter gave you a tight smile, and cleared his throat. “Well, yeah or you could sleep in my bed.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Did he just really say that? “Peter-”

“Shit. Sorry I shouldn’t have said that..” His hands ran through his hair.

Standing up from the couch you walked over to Peter. You took his hand, “Hey. Don’t apologize. I’ve been waiting for months to make a move. Just glad you weren’t a coward like me”, you said chuckling.

That night you spent wrapped in Peter’s arms. What was to become between the two of you was unsure. But for now you’d savor this moment.

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