Prompt(s): Hi! Can I get a CACW Peter Parker imagine like dating him would include?
Notes: This was a sort of vague prompt and it reminded me of the fic I wrote for Mo a long time ago so I hope you don’t mind haha, I’m still pretty proud of this, anyways!
Warning(s): None.
Being the only one to know Peter Parker’s secret could be tough sometimes. You were constantly covering for him, telling his friends, aunt, and everyone else that he was just grabbing his sun glasses, or that he forgot his jacket. It could get exhausting sometimes, constantly lying. Sometimes you got the truth and your lies mixed up, but the reward was all worth it in the end.
Being Peter Parker’s girlfriend was another matter entirely. You would do anything for him, you loved him with all your heart, and every smile from his handsome little face sent your heart flying. There was constant cuddles and hugs, not to mention he loved to kiss you when together. You loved it too, the kisses, cuddles, hugs, all of it.
Tonight was no exception. Peter had knocked on your window, hanging upside down from a web. It was somewhere around midnight, so he woke you up from a peaceful slumber. You rubbed your eye and opened the window, smiling groggily at him.
“Hey, spider-dork. What….What’s up?” You yawned happily.
“Oh haha, (y/n). Well obviously I am- I’m in the air after all- um- uh- Can…Can I come in?” Peter asked, the eyes of his costume dilating as his eyebrows furrowed. How Tony Stark got the eyes to move with his eyebrows and such you will never know, to be honest.
“Hm? Oh- uh, yeah.” You opened the window more and stepped aside while Peter flung himself in. Closing it and pulling down the blind, you turned around while Peter turned on the light. He gave you a small smile after pulling his mask off. You gasped at the new black eye he was sporting.
“Oh Peter…Who was it this time?” You sighed, pulling him close so you could push him onto the bed. You rushed to your mini fridge (Peter insisted you have it for his late-night-after-battle visits) and grabbed familiar yet worn ice pack.
“Uh, It was Taskmaster. Managed to get me pretty good this time…I won’t be wearing short t-shirts and shorts anytime soon.” He laughed, stopping to hiss softly and wrap a protective arm around his ribs. He took the ice pack you offered and held it gingerly to his eye.
You helped him out of the costume, not minding the old t-shirt and shorts underneath. Inspecting the bruises on his legs and under his shirt, you sighed and got out the other ice packs.
“That bad?…Oh who am I kidding yeah it’s that bad. Taskmaster packs a punch..” Peter muttered from behind the icepack on his face. You laughed and shook your head, applying an ice pack to his bruised left thigh and one to his shoulder.
“You need to rely more on your defense, aggressive little spider…” You mumbled. Peter muttered a “hell yeah I do” and continued to apply the ice. Silence ensued for a good ten minutes.
Around One, after thoroughly inspecting the rest of his wounds, you helped the bruised infamous Spider-Man back into his outfit. Every pained groan made you wince, feeling the pain as if it were your own.
“Be careful next time…See you at school tomorrow, Pete..” You mumbled. He laughed and nodded, slipping the mask on but not quite. He stole a kiss, and hugged you tight, nuzzling into your neck. A laugh escaped you and you hugged back carefully.
“I will, I promise (y/n). See you tomorrow…I love you, a bunch…A lot….Probably with more energy than it took to create the universe- okay no that’s a lie I would probably explode if I had that much love and then I wouldn’t be able to hug and kiss you and- I should probably go because I bruised my tongue from all this talking,” You laughed, swaying in his arms while your bubbly little Peter finished his goodbye.
“If you exploded with love for me then I would explode with love for you…I love you very very much, Peter Parker…My spider-dork… Goodnight.” You breathed, breathless after another stolen kiss.
An open window and the echoes of the ever restless New York was the only sound as you watched Peter Parker, your boyfriend, fly out of your room and into the night. You smiled and laughed, shaking your head before shutting the light back off and heading to bed. Peter Parker, to say the least, was lucky to have you for a girlfriend.
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