#peter parker reader insert
Words: 1239
Pairing:None
Cast of Characters: Toby!Peter, Andrew!Peter, Tom!Peter, Miles Morales, Ned Leeds, MJ (MCU), & Reader
Summary:Reader is a Spider person from another universe who has landed in a new New York. They team up with their friend Miles from another universe to find this new New York’s Spiderman and offer him help however they can. But Reader encounters something they’re not prepared for a Peter Parker who looks just like their father.
You were in New York, but it wasn’t your New York. Your New York was dressed in sepia tones as if the city itself lived in a constant sunset. It was brighter here. The buildings of this New York were sharper, more angular. It was a different universe. This had happened to you once before. You’d been ripped from your home universe and sent to another.
“[Y/N]?” You looked to your left and smiled. It seems you weren’t the only one ripped from a different universe. Miles Morales of Earth 1610, was crouched on the steal eagle next to you. The two of you were perched towards the top of the Chrysler Building, looking out at the city.
“Good to see you again.” You watched his shoulder visibly relax.
“Good it’s you! Not that you wouldn’t be you but I’m glad that you remember me.” He breathed. “Um, [Y/N] do you know which universe this is?”
“Well, there’s still color so all I’ve managed to rule out Spiderman Noir’s universe. And it’s not mine or yours.”
“Great!” Miles huffed sarcastically. “Only an infinite number of other possibilities then.”
“C’mon, we’ll figure it out together.” With a thwip of your webbing you were off the building arching towards the next. Looking for this universe’s spider-person wouldn’t be easy. Although most of the time he was Spider-Man and his secret identity was Peter Parker, that wasn’t always the case. You and Miles were both proof of that. But finding the spider-person, whoever they were, wasn’t as impossible as Miles had thought either.
You started searching the city with locations that were common across the multiverse in mind. New York for example was home to almost every spider-person you’d met. You began to wonder while you and Miles searched the city, if spider-person was an accurate term given the fact that the two of you had on one occasion met a Spider-Ham. You pushed the thought away for now. You need to continue searching, not worry about semantics.
You and Miles paused at Midtown High. The High School that was a common education institution among the spiders. Then you both felt it, the spider senses. You’d found this universe’s spider.
“They’re here!” The two of you said at the same time.
“Now we just have to figure out where.” You told him. You searched the school, letting your spider senses guide you through the halls of an unfamiliar Midtown High. You followed your senses to a science lab on the second floor. “We have to be careful. We don’t know what we’re going to find here.”
Miles nodded and you pushed open the door to the lab. There were three teenagers around yours and Miles’ age. You didn’t recognize any of them but somehow you knew, in whatever way bonded the spider heroes across the multiverse, that the boy with the fluffy brunette hair and sad smile was this universe’s Peter Parker. There were more of them. You realized. More spider people in room than just you, Miles, and the boy.
You looked to your right and what you saw had you gasping for air. The first shock to your system came in the form of a man you’d only seen in pictures. He was a Peter Parker who looked nearly identical to the Peter Parker that Gwen had lost. Gwen Stacy had been a Spider Person you and Miles met on your last encounter together. Gwen had shown you photos of the love she’d been unable to save.
“Is that Gwen’s Peter?” Miles asked you quietly. So, he’d noticed it to. You said nothing as you looked to the fifth Spider Person in the room. He had to be another Peter Parker, another Spiderman. After all that’s what he’d in your universe. Although you’d been lucky enough to call him by another name.
“Dad.” You breathed so quietly that only Miles had heard you.
“Do we know you?” Gwen’s Peter asked. He looked at the three teenagers to his right. “Do you know them?”
“You don’t know us.” Miles confirmed. “But we know you or other versions of you.”
“This is going to get really confusing, really quickly. Everyone named Peter Parker raise your hand.” The three Peters raised their hands. Great you’re Peter 1,” You pointed to the Peter who looked like your dad. “You’re Peter 2,” You pointed to the universe’s Peter. “And. You’re…”
“Peter 3.” Gwen’s Peter sighed exasperatedly.
“I’m Ned and this is MJ.” The Non-Peter boy from this universe introduced.
“Who are you?” This universe’s MJ asked.
“That’s Miles and I’m [Y/N]. [Y/N] Parker.” You told them.
“He called me Gwen’s Peter.” Peter 3 said. “You two know Gwen Stacy?”
“Kind of.” You and Miles went on to explain how the two of you met and your past adventure together. Peter 2 explained how you and the other spiders were pulled into his universe by accident along with some of their villains. They gathered at the school to find cures for the various villains.
“You’re making Goobers.” You said.
“We can help.” Miles offered. The three Peters seemed reluctant to accept help from you at first but given they were working under a time crunch, they eventually conceded that more spiders was better. Peter 3 was already working with MJ and Ned, so Miles partnered with Peter 2. This left you alone with Peter 1.
“Do you ever get used to this?” Peter 1 asked. You were looking at the computer monitor in front of you rather than looking at him. “All the Spidermen…Spider-People?”
“Miles and I met a Spider Ham once. He was a talking pig.” You still wouldn’t look at him. You couldn’t. The sound of his voice alone was getting you choked up.
“I was someone important you wasn’t I?” Peter 1 asked. “Whoever your Peter Parker was that looked like me.”
“He,” You sucked in a deep breath. “He was my Dad.” You looked over at him at last. Your eyes watering as you studied his face. It was less wrinkled than you remembered but he had the same blue eyes. The same concerned expression as when you were four and chipped your tooth on the coffee table. “The logical part of me knows that you’re not him and I can tell myself that all day long but he died when I was young. I haven’t seen him in really long time.”
“It’s okay.” He told you. “Did your father ever tell you about Uncle Ben and Aunt May?”
“He talked about them a lot. Mom still does.” You nodded.
“When I was your age I would have don’t anything to see them again. Even if I had to travel to another dimension and they didn’t know who I was.” He smiled at you. “I’m sure your father would be proud of you.”
“What makes you say that?” You asked, wiping away tears.
“Because I’m proud of you.” He said.
“You don’t know anything about me.” You insisted.
“I know you’re a hero. I know that you’re brave and a little bit crazy. You have to be to do what we do.” He laughed. “I know that you lost someone important to you but you get up every day and you keep fighting. That’s all you can do.”
“Do you have kids Peter?” You asked him.
“Not yet.” He told you. “But I hope that when I do, they’re like you [Y/N].”
peter parker x reader soulmate au ~ in progress ~ main masterlist
last updated:jan 30 2022
total word count:~46k (so far)
warnings:language, fighting, blood and gun mentions, character deaths and death mentions, ptsd/anxiety
summary: peter hates the idea of soulmates. but meeting your soulmate is inevitable, and it’s not always so easy to avoid what the universe wants to happen [series goes across several timelines - post homecoming, infinity war & endgame, far from home, and no way home]
one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen-twenty-twenty one-twenty two [coming soon]
a/n: dear god this has gotten so long…I swear it’ll have at least thirty five parts before it’s finished lmao. it needs its own series masterlist damn
warnings: language, jake gyllenhaal
pairing: peter parker x reader, soulmate au
word count: 2.5k (it’s a shorty)
masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part twenty/part twenty two
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The quinjet got you to Europe way faster than normal. You remembered being in them just a few times with Natasha on smaller missions she wanted you on during your first months of college. The memories of those brought a bad taste to your mouth, so you shoved them away as you followed Hill into the base.
“I’m pretty sure Nick should’ve gotten Peter by now,” she said as she walked at a quick pace in front of you, “He should be able to catch you both up.”
“There was plenty of time for that on the flight,” you muttered, ignoring her look.
“It would be easier if you met Quentin first and got all the details from there.”
You had no idea who that was, but since questioning didn’t seem to get you anywhere, you just decided to wait until someone told you. She finally led you into the main room after about five minutes of walking, and you still couldn’t relax.
You glanced around at the warehouse she seemed to have brought you to, not liking the amount of people that were seeing you unmasked. The only thing keeping you from putting it on anyway was her statement that everyone here already knew your identity.
Nick Fury was in the middle of the room, gesturing to a holographic table in the middle. The man from the footage earlier, the one they were calling Mysterio, was also there - but he wasn’t wearing his helmet, either. Identities didn’t seem to matter here, clearly.
And of course, your boyfriend was standing with them, mask off, his eyebrows knit together as he looked at the figures on the table. It only took a second for him to glance up, doing a double take when he realized you were there with Maria.
Of course no one told him you were coming.
“O-oh, hey babe, baby, hi,” he stuttered, and your frown deepened while the man next to Fury looked amused. “What-what are you doing here?”
“No one’s really told me yet, at least not clearly,” you couldn’t help but relax a little despite the circumstances, feeling that weight almost life off your shoulders as you walked up to join him. You always felt better when you were around him.
“Why did you go get her?” Peter asked Fury with wide eyes, and you gave him a dirty look. “That’s, I mean, I’m so glad you’re here! I just…you were supposed to be taking a break, and…”
He trailed off, and you knew he was talking about the therapy thing and the nightmares. You were glad he didn’t say that specifically in front of others, though.
“I needed her help,” Fury inserted, “Might I remind you, Parker, L/N has technically been an Avenger longer than you have.”
“I wouldn’t be if he hadn’t been blipped,” you said defensively, “I wouldn’t even be an Avenger without him..”
“Fine,” Fury threw his hands up, “I don’t care about specifics. Point is, the more the merrier, and I don’t have anyone else.”
You couldn’t help but be a little peeved about his commentary. Tony didn’t tend to share nice things about Fury, and neither did Nat, for the most part. It was clear she respected him while Tony didn’t, but there were some things you heard about him that you didn’t exactly warm up to.
It didn’t help that he was at Tony’s funeral all those months ago, giving you and Peter both a look that gave you the feeling he would try to involve you both in some kind of mess at some point. And here you were, at a mess.
Peter seemed to notice how tense you were, and you felt his hand slip into yours, squeezing it. He met your eyes with a tight smile, and you took a breath, squeezing his hand back.
“L/N, this is Mr. Beck,” Fury nodded to Mysterio, and you shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” he nodded with a grin.
“Likewise,” you forced a smile. “So, what the hell is going on?”
Fury tapped the hologram again, and you watched as imaginary figures similar to that of the water monster showed up. You tried to pay attention as he described the attacks - the one that already happened, the one that just happened here in Venice, and the ones that were to come.
Beck took over from there, informing you that he was from another universe and had fought these before, which had you exchanging a glance with Peter.
“The multiverse theory is real?” You questioned doubtfully, and Fury sighed.
“Yes. As I’ve explained to Parker, the infinity stones seemed to have opened pocket dimensions. The elemental creatures that destroyed Beck’s universe have crawled through, and they’re now threatening our planet in the same way. We can’t let them win.”
“I won’t let what happened on my Earth happen on yours,” Beck promised, looking both you and Peter in the eye, “But I’ll need your help. I had a whole battalion on my universe, and it wasn’t enough. We need to be really strategic.”
You exchanged another look with Peter, his eyes almost unreadable. You could tell he didn’t like the sound of this, either.
“This sounds like a Carol or Thor job,” you muttered, and Fury gave you a hard look.
“That’s what your boyfriend said. But they’re off world. I tried to contact you, Parker, multiple times before I had to interfere with your little field trip. With half the Avengers dead, I don’t have many options.”
You tensed at that statement, and you could tell it bothered Peter too. He said that like they were just tools that he couldn’t use anymore, and not real people. That didn’t exactly make you feel good about either of you being here. Not to mention that he had been trying to get in touch with Peter, and you weren’t told about it from either party.
“You could’ve said that in a way that didn’t make this sound like a suicide mission and insulted their old teammates,” Beck told Fury, and he just rolled his eyes.
“Fine. It won’t be a suicide mission if you both help. I don’t care if you’re both so-called ‘neighborhood heroes’ - that ended as soon as you both went to space and became Avengers. I need you.”
“Well what about the fact that Peter is on a school trip with a bunch of kids who don’t know he’s Spider-Man?” You questioned, “And how Spider-Man and Shadow are both New York heroes, and randomly showing up in Europe? Our identities remaining a secret is important.”
“We can assure they won’t get out,” Beck said firmly, glancing at Peter, “I can imagine how horrible it would be if the wrong person found out who you were.”
“I’ve got stealth suits for you both,” Hill finally joined in, “And we’ve taken over the travel agency that Peter’s school is using. It’ll be easy to make it seem like you were never here, Y/N, and like Peter never strayed from the field trip.”
You sighed, finally looking at Peter, “You’re more at risk than I am. Are you sure you want to do this?”
He seemed hesitant, but he nodded, “I think I have to.”
“Great,” Fury said flatly, standing up, “Hang around a bit while our team gets the travel to Prague figured out. I can get your suit to you tomorrow on the way, Peter.”
“Cool,” he mumbled, obviously not sounding excited about it. Beck gave you both a nod before following Hill, talking about some kind of fighting strategy.
“Hey,” you nudged your boyfriend, trying to smile. He immediately hugged you.
“Hi,” Peter relaxed against you, his head leaning against your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, meeting his tired eyes when he moved back up, “Kind of bullshit that you can’t enjoy your vacation, though.”
“I don’t care much about that,” he muttered, “I’m just sorry you can’t catch a break.”
“Yeah, well, I chose this life before I met you, Parker. I knew what I was getting into.”
“Before you met Spider-Man,” he corrected, a smug grin rising on his face. You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing his shoulder.
“Yeah, whatever.”
You dropped your smile and suddenly gave your boyfriend a stern look, “You didn’t tell me Nick Fury was contacting you. You’re not quite off the hook for that.”
“I-I didn’t, I wanted-” he threw his hands up, “You were having so many nightmares and I finally got to talking to you about seeing a therapist, I didn’t want us to have to deal with Fury on top of that. You would’ve pushed it to the side, I know you.”
You sighed, knowing he was right, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. We’ve got this.”
You tapped your fist against his, and he smiled. “I’m sorry about this. I was really hoping we could get a break.”
“Me too,” you shrugged, “I don’t think people like us get breaks, though.”
“Right,” he sighed, “But we will get one. A real vacation, maybe before I go to college. Promise.”
You liked the sound of that.
“You should probably get back to your classmates,” Beck’s voice interrupted you both, and Peter sighed. “Y/N, we’ve got a room for you, too.”
“Wait, she can’t come with me?” Peter asked, frowning, and you tried not to laugh.
“Peter, it would be very weird for me to show up in another country on your class field trip,” you pointed out, ignoring his frown, “It’s one night, and I’ll see you in Prague tomorrow.”
He didn’t seem to like that, and neither did you if you were being honest; but, you had plenty of time to see him after this mess was over. You gave him a quick kiss, telling him to say hi to Ned and MJ for you, before he finally left, looking a little depressed. Beck gave you a wink before following him out, and you hoped he was going to talk to him.
“We’ll leave in the morning,” Fury’s voice brought you out of the relaxed feeling you had around Peter. “One of my guys will be driving the bus Peter and his classmates will be in. We’re going to have another team follow in a van, but the rest of us will be flying straight to Prague. I think it might be best if you flew with us so you can have more prep time. If Peter didn’t care so much about what his classmates think, he’d have more time, too, but clearly we’ll have to adjust.”
“You’re lucky he even agreed to help,” you said before you could stop yourself, but Fury didn’t seem phased.
“Here’s your hotel card, it’s across the street from Peter’s, and we’ll be in nearby rooms. Can you make it to your hotel by yourself?” He asked, which made you roll your eyes.
“Yes, I’ve managed on my own for a while, thanks. I think I can figure out how to get to a hotel,” you took the keycard from him, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
“I know you don’t like me, L/N,” Fury said sternly, almost like he was reprimanding you, “But you need to understand that whatever Stark and Romanoff told you, was maybe just misguided anger. And despite whatever you think my intentions are, the fact of the matter is - if these elementals are left alone, everyone on earth will die. I don’t think either of us want that.”
“Is that why you tried to contact Peter instead of me?” You asked sourly, “You knew I wouldn’t listen to you.”
“If Peter joined me first, then I knew you would, too,” he shrugged, “I needed you both. That was my only way to go about it.”
He left you sitting by the table, and you felt like throwing something. Maybe Natasha and Tony had only chosen to tell you bad things, but you couldn’t see how it mattered. Tony had always preferred to keep to himself, and you were sure his life would’ve been easier if he hadn’t joined the Avengers. And maybe Nat was given a second chance after the Red Room with Fury and Clint, but she was just exchanging one hard life for a different one. She might’ve been better off on her own, too - and she would probably still be alive. They both would be.
“I think, despite his clearly negative attitude, he actually does care. I’m sure the last thing he wants is to involve two teenagers, especially two that don’t seem to care for him”
You glanced up at Beck as he sat next to you, and you attempted a smile. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when hell freezes over. But thanks for trying.”
He just shrugged. “I got a little cynical myself after losing so many times. I’m sure it hurt his ego after what happened on your planet, with Thanos. Maybe he blamed himself for not acting sooner.”
You unintentionally tensed at that, “Yeah, well. We all had to go through it, not just him. Some of us had to deal with the outcome.”
“Peter mentioned that,” he hummed, “I talked with him after he left, since Fury kind of unnecessarily ragged on you both, I figured he needed a little pep talk. He seemed pretty upset that you had to get involved, considering you were both meant to be taking a break after all the Thanos stuff. He said you were one of the survivors…and that he wasn’t.”
“I had to live without him longer than I’ve even been with him,” you sighed, shutting your eyes, “It’s still affecting me. And he’s been back for months now.”
Beck sighed with you, “I understand. I’ve lived without my family so long…that’s why we need to stop these monsters. Before they take Peter away from you again. Or vice versa.”
You nodded, ignoring the fear in your chest at those words. “That’s why I came to Europe. I won’t let that happen. I’m sorry it happened on your world.”
“I’ve been able to move on,” he said with a tight smile, patting your shoulder. “Let’s do our best to ensure that doesn’t happen to you guys, deal?”
“Deal.”
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a/n: long time no see! here’s a cheesy fic for you!
warnings: language, it’s so cheesy who even am I, slightly suggestive scenes/dialogue, flirting, little to no angst (shocking ik)
pairing: peter parker x reader, college
word count: 4k
summary/request: peter is pretty much the only thing keeping you sane during your time in grad school
masterlist ~ requests are closed
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“You’re wearing glasses.”
At this point, it didn’t startle you as much when your boyfriend appeared in your room - after about three times of you screaming and almost hitting him with something, you got used to it. After all, you left your window open whenever you knew he would drop by, so what did you expect?.
But you looked over to greet him this time and instead you were met with his upside down face. It took you about two seconds to realize he was hanging from your ceiling, and had probably been there for a while.
Peter was giving you a shit-eating upside-down grin, and you sighed as you went back to your paper. “Yeah, great observation there, Pete. Question, how long have you been creeping on me without me realizing you were here?”
“I’ve just never seen you in them before,” he hummed, dropping down from your ceiling like it was nothing. You felt his hands on your shoulders before his arms moved to wrap around you instead, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “And how could I not creep on you, you look cute.”
“You’re so damn weird,” you snorted, pushing your glasses back up your nose. “And yeah, I feel real cute after working on this essay for four hours straight, too. Bet the bags under my eyes are designer at this point.”
“Take a break,” he whispered hopefully, and you sighed, leaning back into his arms while he pressed another kiss to your head.
“I really shouldn’t,” you said half-heartedly, and you could almost picture his smug smile at knowing he had won without having to try that hard.
He let go of you to spin your chair to face him, and you were right about the grin on his face. “I have something way more interesting than a history paper to tell you about.”
“Peter, literally anything is more interesting than this history paper, no offense.”
“Ouch,” he chuckled, taking the rim of your glasses between his fingers and gently pulling them off your face.
“Dude, everything is blurry now.”
“Your eyes need a break,” he insisted, and you could see just enough of his blurry face to tell he was trying not to laugh. “Even if you do look adorable in them. Come sit down with me.”
“You’re not hurt or anything, are you?” You asked warily as he tugged you toward your bed.
“Nah, no need for Nurse Y/N tonight.”
“So what did you want to tell me that’s so much more interesting than my paper?” You asked as he pulled you down on top of him, his arms coming around you immediately.
“I don’t actually have anything, I just wanted you to take a break.”
“Wow.”
One of his hands held your waist, the other one coming to your head. You immediately relaxed as he started moving his fingers over your hairline, the headache you felt forming almost going away completely.
“Look who’s the nurse now,” you muttered teasingly.
“Mm, well you’re always taking care of me, so it’s my turn,” he said softly, and you leaned further into his chest and shut your eyes.
“I really hope you washed your suit recently,” you mumbled, making him laugh.
“Can’t you smell the flowery detergent May used?”
You laughed with him, and his hand moved to cup your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “May still washes your suit? You’re a grown man and can’t do your own laundry?”
“Of course I can,” he said defensively, making you snicker, “She just got mad because I might’ve turned a bunch of white shirts pink the other day.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Yeah,hopelessly in love with you,” he said before peppering your face with kisses, making you laugh and push his face away.
“And you’re lame, too,” you chuckled, letting your chin rest on his chest as you stared up at him. His hands moved up your back to play with the ends of your hair while he smiled cheekily down at you.
“So, why were you wearing glasses?”
“Doctor said I need them. Guess my vision just keeps getting worse. Maybe I need a spider bite to magically cure my eyesight.”
Peter snorted, “Yeah, that’s the last thing you need right now, I promise.”
“Oh come on, it would be fun,” you complained, while he just rolled his eyes, “I would love to beat someone up.”
“First of all, I don’t just beat people up. Second of all, my Y/N, the light of my life - you wouldn’t hurt a fly and we both know that.”
“Maybe if I was all jacked up from a radioactive spider I could. I mean, you seem to have fun all the time.”
“It’s not always fun,” he snorted, but you knit your eyebrows as his happy expression from a second ago fell away slightly. You knew it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t always great, but you assumed for the most part he did have fun. Most of the time he was coming to tell you about something funny that happened while he was donning the suit, very rarely having troubles anymore.
“Don’t…you like being Spider-Man?”
Peter was quiet long enough for you to lift yourself up onto your palms so he could look at you. You raised an eyebrow, and he sighed, leaning his head back against your pillow.
“Itcan be fun, but I feel so tired lately,” he finally said, his eyes shutting, “I guess it’s just been a lot to juggle everything.”
“Well, even superheroes deserve a break, y'know,” you patted his chest, “I’m sure everyone would agree with me.”
He nodded, but something else seemed to be bothering him as he searched your face.
“Are you happy with me?” Peter asked, his voice almost sounded strained, and you sat up immediately. “Like genuinely happy?”
“What? How can you even ask that?” You took his face in your hands as you situated yourself on his lap, his hands automatically coming to your waist to hold you there. “Of course I’m happy with you. Or I would leave you out of the fire escape every night. You’re everything to me, you know that, right?”
“Okay,” he finally agreed, his eyes still searching yours as his thumbs rubbed circles against your hips. “If you’re sure…”
“Areyou happy?” You asked quietly.
“How could I be anything but happy when I have you?” He mumbled tiredly, and you smiled. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm before leaning into it again. You brushed your thumb along his freckled cheeks.
“Okay,” you smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, “As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy. Glad we settled this.”
He chased your lips, and you let him pull you back down against the mattress with him, still holding his face between your hands. “Good, because my goal is to make you as happy as possible, okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” you hummed as he kissed you again, knowing you shouldn’t be getting lost in it with your essay waiting to be finished a few feet away.
But it had been a while since your free time matched up with his. With the way he was holding your waist to press you closer against him, and the noise he made when you tugged on his hair; it was a little too hard to remember you had important things to do.
“You know,” Peter mumbled almost breathlessly against your lips after a moment, “I’m still not feeling that convinced that you’re happy.”
“Are you serious?” You deadpanned, and he had the nerve to give you a soft grin as if you weren’t both just making out. With an eye roll you went to kiss him again, noticing when he was visibly more eager this time, but you weren’t done.
“Icould convince you,” you pulled away with a grin as his eyes lit up, “But you interrupted my essay, so you have to wait.”
He let out a frustrated noise as you climbed off him, grabbing your glasses again and going back to your desk.
“You’re the worst,” Peter grumbled from your bed, making you snicker.
“Andyou are such a boy. Patience is a virtue.”
He gave you about five minutes before he muttered, “I don’t like patience.”
-
“I’m in so much pain,” Peter whined, and you rolled your eyes only because you knew he was fine. “They almost killed me. I’m dying, baby.”
“At this point I’m going to kill you,” you muttered, and he pouted. “Sit still.”
This wasn’t the first time (and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last) that he had come to you after a long day or night, littered in cuts and bruises and sometimes even deeper wounds. You didn’t mind - in fact, you liked that he came to you out of everyone else, even before you were dating. You liked that he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you, to admit that he needed you, even if you hated seeing him hurt in any way.
Still, he refused hospitals, so this was just how it was.
He sat still for maybe two seconds before wincing and shifting on your bed, and you leaned back up and glared at him.
“Maybe if you didn’t poke me so hard I wouldn’t move!” He said defensively before you could speak, in that same whiny tone. You gave him a dirty look as you went back to cleaning his cut.
“You know, you used to come to my room apologizing and feeling so bad for taking up my time,” you said wistfully, but the teasing glint in your eye told Peter you were kidding, “Now all you do is complain.”
“Mmm, because now I know you would never leave me out on the fire escape,” he smiled lazily at you, and you snorted.
“Yeah, guess I just like you too much for that. Even if you are a brat.”
“Oh my God,” he said in quiet shock, “Do you have a crush on me?”
“Peter, I’m going to purposefully poke you now.”
He finally sat still as you finished up and grabbed the little sewing kit you borrowed from MJ that you had converted into more of a proper stitching kit. Peter had a great talent for getting stabbed and this had become a necessity.
“You’re wearing the glasses again,” he murmured after a minute, “Look so pretty.”
“Why do you always compliment me when I look like shit?”
“How dare you say that about my girlfriend,” he fired back, and you burst into laughter, moving your hands so you wouldn’t poke him with the needle. “You are always the most beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking-”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, going back to the stitches, “I love you, dork.”
“Totally have a crush on me,” he said quietly, and you tried not to laugh again as you finished the last stitch. “And I love you too.”
Peter grinned at you when you snipped the last stitch, “You should totally go to med school, babe. This was top-notch doctor service.”
“Is that you offering to pay for it?”
“Right, the country likes to make doctors pay hundreds of thousands of dollars to go in debt, I forget,” he sighed, flopping back on your bed. “Guess you’ll just have to stick to regular people college because Spider-Man does not get paid.”
“You should get paid,” you huffed as you put everything away, “All the shit you have to put up with.”
“I don’t do it for money,” he hummed, shutting his eyes, “I do it so I don’t get sleep, apparently.”
“Take a nap,” you suggested, standing up, “Some of your clothes are in my drawer, and I have to work on my project anyway, so I can’t give you that much attention.”
“I would die without your attention.”
“Well, die then,” you snickered at his offended expression, “I’ll take a break when you wake up, deal?”
“Fine.”
The sight of Peter asleep on your bed was hilarious - he knocked out immediately, sprawled out on top of your bed in the funniest position. You couldn’t help but take a picture to send to Ned and MJ, knowing they’d find it as funny as you did.
For an hour or so, you made yourself work on the project, just finding yourself more annoyed with it as it went on. Peter’s quiet breathing behind you, as weird as it sounded, made you relax slightly. Your group members weren’t responding, so you couldn’t get much done anyway, and really you would rather be taking a nap with your boyfriend. But you had papers to grade for the class you were an aide in, and other assignments to do, so you didn’t let yourself crawl into bed with him even as much as you wanted to.
“Did you really send that to Ned and MJ?” Peter’s tired voice almost made you jump a while later, not hearing him get up.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said distractedly, typing a few more sentences into one of the slides.
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?” His voice softened, a hint of a teasing tone in it, but you still weren’t paying attention.
“What?” You finally looked over at him, hesitant to pull your eyes away from the screen. He seemed to look worried at your expression.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m going to jump off the Empire State building,” you suddenly groaned, taking your glasses and putting your face in your hands. You felt his hand rub your shoulder, making you realize how tense you were. “In a really dramatic fashion, too, so my professors know it was their fault.”
“Well, that won’t work, ‘cause I’ll catch you,” Peter sighed. “No dying on my watch.”
“I’ll do it when you’re not there. Anything to avoid this class.”
“I will simply know that you are planning to jump off a building. Spidey senses and all that, and I can practically read your mind considering how long we’ve known each other.”
“Or maybe you’re just an empath, in that case.”
“Alright. I think you meant telepath, so you definitely need another break, your mind seems to be snapping, Y/N.”
You let out a groan when he pulled your chair back for you, holding his hand out. “Fine. Can’t ever say no to you.”
Peter grinned as he pulled you up from your chair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Whatcha wanna do on your break?”
A few minutes later, and you were leaning against your pillow while Peter sat crisscrossed in front of you on your bed, a pile of cards between you both. You frowned as you pushed your glasses back up your nose, still squinting at your cards.
“Any kings?”
“Go fish.”
You sighed, picking up a card. “This is killing me.”
“Well, I offered slapjack instead, but you said it gave you anxiety to play fast games with me.”
“Because it does! Your stupid senses always seem to know where the jack is. And you always go crazy slapping it.”
“I like card games!” He said defensively, glancing at his deck, “Uh, got a five?”
“Motherf-,” you handed him the card, frowning, “I think you have another super power, somehow just knowing what my cards are.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” he winked at you, making you roll your eyes. “Got a seven?”
“You’re kidding me,” you handed him your seven, “How are you cheating? You’re definitely cheating.”
“Y/N, you’ve accidentally shown me your cards three times now. You keep holding them low and I can see all of them.”
You gasped dramatically, lifting your foot to kick his shoulder while he laughed at you. “You are cheating! I’m dating a cheater!”
“You deserved it,” he laughed, grabbing your ankle and lightly pushing you off, “Like, the basic rule is to keep your cards to yourself.”
“Wow, and now you’re blaming me, the victim in this? I should’ve seen these red flags years ago, I can’t believe this.”
“Baby,” he said between laughs, suddenly reaching for you and pouting when you crossed your arms and leaned back, “I’m sorry, please forgive me. You know I’m competitive.”
“And a cheater,” you stuck your tongue out at him, yelping as he grabbed you by the forearms and pulled you on top of him, your back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly while you laughed at him, all the cards scattered across the floor.
“I’m not a cheater,” he said almost convincingly in your ear, but you turned yourself around in his arms to give him a dirty look.
“You just admitted to it. Like five seconds ago.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I would never do any such thing,” he said against your neck, pressing a few kisses there while you scoffed.
“And a gaslighter too, apparently!” You yelped when he rolled you over, giving you a teasing glare as he hovered over you.
“You take that back.”
“No way.”
“Fine. I have no choice.”
You sighed when he flopped all his weight down on you, which felt like a lot considering how strong he was now. One of his hands moved to your side, squeezing it lightly and making you let out a laugh, hating that he discovered where you were most ticklish.
“You’re picking all those cards up off the floor, by the way,” you said between laughs, and he finally left you alone.
“Alright, fine,” he sighed dramatically, pulling away from you and standing up, “Only cause you’re my best friend.”
“Wow, I’m offended on Ned’s behalf.”
He gave you a look, bending down to pick up the cards. “That’s different.”
“Yeah, at least give me some warning before you run off into the sunset with him, okay?”
“Could say the same about you and MJ,” he stuck his tongue out at you, and you laughed as you picked up the remaining cards on the bed.
“Touché.”
You both fell into a comfortable silence as he handed you the rest of the cards, and you put them away. He was humming as he re-adjusted your pillow and blankets, making you snort when you recognized the cheesy old song.
After a minute you looked back at your computer, knowing you probably spent too long away from your work. You didn’t even want to know what time it was.
“I don’t even want to think about this stupid project anymore.”
“What if you danced with me instead,” Peter suggested, and he was already pulling you to your feet before you could respond to that.
He held both your hands and swung your arms back and forth, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Peter, you suck at dancing. No offense.”
“Eh, who cares, we’re having more fun than the project is giving you,” he spun you in a loose twirl, half singing the same song he was humming before, which you couldn’t help but laugh at this time. He pulled you back to his chest, moving you both gently side to side again.
“I really have to go back to my project,” you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder, “I don’t want to.”
“Is it a big part of your grade?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then I’ll stop distracting you,” he said in defeat, making you frown as he pulled back.
“I was kind of hoping you’d just tell me to not do it.”
“Your education is important to you,” Peter shrugged, “So I’ll encourage you to do it even when you don’t want to.”
“Ugh. You need to stop being a good boyfriend. Encourage me to drop out instead, please.”
“Sorry, no can do,” he gave you a cheeky grin, and you sighed in fake disappointment.
“And you can’t work without these,” he picked up your glasses, putting them on his own face, which made you burst out laughing. “I can’t see anything with these on.”
“You look so cute in glasses,” you mimicked his voice horribly, and he chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before sliding them off.
“I miss when you used to have to wear glasses,” you said wistfully, smiling as he put them back on your face gently. “My little nerd. You’re still a nerd, actually.”
He rolled his eyes but kept his hands on your face, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss. “Eh, I looked dorky. You look really cute in them.”
“As you keep telling me,” you smiled as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, his brown eyes softening.
“You’re tired,” he pointed out, and you sighed. “You should’ve taken a nap as a break instead of entertaining me with a really easy go fish game. I would’ve woken you up, sweetheart.”
“Only easy cause you cheated.”
“Could’ve told me you aren’t sleeping,” he ignored that as he wrapped his arms around you, and you melted into the embrace, shutting your eyes. “I would’ve left you alone.”
“I don’t want to be left alone,” you chuckled as he started swaying you both back and forth, “Besides, we don’t have that much time together. I still manage at least five hours a night.”
“Five hours,” he repeated, shaking his head, “You know that isn’t enough.”
“It’s grad school, Peter. That’s like, more than normal for us. And I know you don’t sleep that much, either, hypocrite.”
“Yeah, but I worry about you. Don’t like seeing you tired. If only homework was a bad guy I could fight for you.”
You laughed at that mental image, and his arms tightened around you as he pressed another kiss to your hair. Not for the first time, you felt so lucky to have a boyfriend that made you forget all the other troubles you had, even if it was just for a moment.
“You do make me happy, Peter,” you said randomly, and Peter’s wide smile when you pulled back almost made you lose your train of thought. “Seriously. I don’t want you to doubt that ever again.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, his expression soft again.
“You make me happy, too,” he said quietly, his nose brushing against yours. “You make me feel like it’s just the two of us, all the time, you know?”
“I feel that way, too,” you agreed, closing to gap to press your lips against his briefly, “Now I need to get back to my stupid project.”
“So romantic.”
You must’ve fallen asleep at your desk, because at some point you woke up in your bed, an arm thrown over Peter’s waist as his wrapped around your back. He must’ve felt you wake up, because his arm tightened around you as he shifted.
“Should I go home?” He brushed some hair from your face, his eyes still mostly shut.
“Nah, I sleep better when you’re here, anyway,” you whispered back, and his sleepy half-smile made you even more happy with that decision.
“Mm, me too,” he murmured, pressing his lips against your hair. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
~
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