Reunited (Peter Parker x reader) *contains spoilers for IW*
Prompt:
“How much sleep are you getting?” “Uh, not enough.”
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You smiled at May when she opened the door to her and Peter’s apartment. “Hi, May.”
She returned the smile, “Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” She pulled you into a bone crushing hug, and you hugged her back, laughing a little.
She pulled back, squeezing your shoulders, “Come in, Peter’s in his room.”
You nodded and shut the door behind you as you entered the house. It was exactly the same as the last time you saw it, nothing had changed. That’s the way you liked it.
You walked down the hallway towards Peter’s room and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath.
You and Peter had broken up around a month ago due to petty arguments that, really, meant nothing. But after recent events, such as Peter ending up in space, dying and then saving the world, you two had made up with each other and decided to arrange to see each other. However, you never arranged a specific date, so tonight would be a complete surprise for Peter.
You knocked on his door lightly, and you heard a small groan from inside followed by his voice, “Aunt May, I’ve already had something to eat. I’m fine I promise.”
You gave a small chuckle, “Peter, it’s not Aunt May. It’s Y/N.”
You heard footsteps rushing over to the door, and within seconds it was open, and you were face to face with Peter Parker. His hair was messy, and he was wearing the suit, meaning he was just about to leave, or he had just come back.
He let out a small, shaky breath, “Hey…come in.”
You went into his room, “I’m sorry for dropping by so unexpectedly… I just wanted to see you. I thought you could use some company.”
Peter shrugged, “I uh…I was just about to go out.”
You sighed a little, “Peter, I think the city can function without Spiderman for a few days. It’s not your responsibility. You’ve been through so much recently, you need a rest.”
He looked down at the carpet, avoiding your eyes, “I don’t know, Y/N…”
You moved a little closer to him, tracing the neckline of what you presumed was a new suit, “You look so tired, Pete. How much sleep have you been getting?”
He bit his lip, looking down at you, “Uh…not enough?”
“Sweetie take the suit off, put your pyjamas on. We’re gonna get in your bed, and we’re gonna sleep. You’re not going out tonight.”
Peter nodded, deciding it was better he didn’t argue with you. He pressed the side of the suit, and it came off quickly, leaving him in his shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt, and whilst he changed, you dropped your bag on the floor and dug out your pyjamas.
You changed quickly and got into his bed, opening your arms, and Peter didn’t hesitate to crawl under the bed sheets and into your embrace.
You held his head on your chest, running your fingers through your hair. You’d missed him a lot, and when May told you that he’d disappeared, all you felt was regret. Regret that you’d left things on bad terms, regret that you never managed to patch things up with him. So when you got a text from him two weeks after his disappearance, you were more than overjoyed, and many tears were shed.
You bit your lip, “Peter?”
He only hummed in response, nuzzling your chest.
“Do you want to talk about it? It’s fine if not I just…I know it’s bothering you. I can tell.”
He didn’t answer for the first few seconds, but then he nodded, “Yeah…I do. It’s…it’s been eating away at me, Y/N.”
You nodded, still running your fingers through his hair, “I’m all ears, love.”
He let out a shaky breath, “I…I could feel it happening. When I was disappearing, I could feel it coming. It was the most terrifying thing. All I was thinking about when I was about to disappear was you, May and the fact that I’d disappointed Mr Stark…”
You shook your head, “Stark would never be disappointed with you.”
He nodded, his voice quieter, “i know that now…but at the time, I felt like he was disappointed with me. I don’t know what happened after that…I just know that I’m back now. And that I’m alive. As soon as I was back in New York, you and May were the first people I called…” His voice trailed off, and you felt him begin to shake. He let out a small sob, and you rubbed his back, comforting him.
He sobbed into your chest for a few minutes more, then his breathing seemed to calm, and the tears stopped slowing as quickly. He bit his lip, “I’m sorry…”
You shook your head, holding him tighter, “Don’t ever apologise for something like that every again. I love you, Peter. I’m sorry for all that was said before.”
He looked up at you and gave you a small smile, mumbling, “I love you too.”
You rubbed his back, “Now, try and get some sleep, please. You need it.”
He nodded and laid his head back on your chest, closing his eyes. Eventually his breathing became heavier, which indicated that you should probably try and sleep too.
You closed your eyes, relaxing yourself. You were happy that Peter was here, safe and sound. You never wanted to let him out of your sight, you had decided that the universe was too cruel, and Peter deserved to live a long and happy life.
Around twenty minutes later, you felt the weight from your chest move, and you heard light footsteps on the ground next to the bed.
You could hear every little thing Peter did, from slipping out of his clothes to putting on the suit, which wasn’t very quiet at all, to which Peter groaned.
You felt him place a small kiss onto your forehead, mumbling an ‘I love you’, and you opened your eyes just before he made a jump out of the window and into the city.
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries
Request: imagine peter finding it so calming after battles and stuff to watch his SO draw and like they just chill in his room in the summer with his window open and the breeze coming in and he’s resting his head on your stomach/chest while u sketch, occasionally running a hand through his hair, and no one talks for hours but it’s nice.
Summary: After a rough battle with Queens’s newest villain, Peter asks you to come over
A/N: Technically, this wasn’t a request, exactly but it gave me Unsteady vibes so I wrote a one-shot ANYWAY
It was a long and grueling battle with the villain that was terrorizing Queens over the past few months but finally, Peter managed to take them down. It’s a relief, truly. Peter did like the adrenaline of taking down bigger villains but they’re the dangerous ones so he was more than happy to go back to helping old people find their way and helping kids find their lost dogs. Peter was ready to relax and let himself just breathe for a few minutes.
Summary: Where you and Peter sneak each other notes through your windows and you get the shock of your life
Warnings: It’s just really cliché and another one of those ‘wounded on the fire escape’ things
Word count: 1248
A/N: Wow, another crappy, half-assed story? The answer is yes.
(I’m working on the requests, do not fret my lovelies)
~o0o~
The first time Peter wrote you a note, you were nine and he was ten.
He’d slipped it under the door to your bedroom after you ran from the living room crying over some stupid comment or other and you’d picked it up only to see the words I’m sorry written in a messy green scrawl. You couldn’t stay mad at him then- he knew your favorite color was green.
You were thirteen when you wrote him one in return.
It was late, nearly midnight but you heard the cops in the hall, heard the mumbles and the quiet sobs; you heard everything, but you didn’t hear him. So you grabbed a blue pen from the messy heap on your desk and wrote him one in return, scribbling a quick message on a ripped and crumpled piece of paper before climbing onto your fire escape and sliding it through his window. The lights were off, but you knew he’d read it, knew he’d remember.
Since then, it had become a sort of tradition- to scribble words on a paper rather than speak them face-to-face. Words the both of you were too afraid to speak out loud.
From Are you okay, to I’ve never been kissed, to Uncle Ben died– the letters held everything. They held everything and more.
So when you hear your window slide open on Sunday night, when you hear the rustling of a paper and the clanging of footsteps on metal, you shoot up and rub your eyes- hands searching in the dark for a light switch.
The darkness shies away and you let your eyes adjust for a moment before they zone in on the little crumpled paper wedged between your window and the sill. It’s yellow and ripped and filled with math equations on one side but you take it anyways, unfolding the thing and scanning over the red words that litter the surface.
We need to talk, it reads. You furrow your brows.
You and Peter aren’t good friends by any means- you’re neighbors who confide in each other when they have no one else. You’re not even sure if you’re friends at all, but you swing your feet over the side of your bed nonetheless, pulling on your leggings- still crumpled in a heap on the floor- and an oversized sweater accompanied by some mitch matched socks before sliding your window open fully and climbing through it, the note still crumpled in your fist.
The light in Peter’s room is on, his window wide open and you inch towards it, peering around the edge as not to walk in on something you maybe shouldn’t; but the room is empty on sight, and you’re left standing on front of it with furrowed brows and sleep deprivation.
That’s when a hand clamps over your mouth, softly but you startle at the strange feeling of it covering your face anyways. ‘Don’t scream,’
Peter’s voice is soft and panicky and your heartbeat immediately slows at the familiar sound, a feeling of relief washing over you. His palm drops and you go to spin around, but his hands clamp over your arms instead, keeping you in place.
‘What the hell, Peter?’ You try pulling away, but he’s stronger than you and you can barely budge.
‘I’m sorry,’ He whispers. ‘I’m really sorry, but I need you to just not freak out and trust me.’
‘What did you do?’ A million thoughts race through your head, ranging from fistfight to horrifying rumors and you tense.
‘Y/N, just- please?’ He squeezes your arm, and you sigh deeply.
‘Fine, I won’t freak out,’ Peter doesn’t say anything and you shake your head. ‘I trust you,’
‘Okay,’ He breathes, clearing his throat before releasing you. You rub your hand across your sweater, turning around quickly.
The first thing that registers is the bright red suit covering the boy’s body, the second being the equally red bruises across his face. ‘What the-’
‘Please don’t freak out!’ He holds his hands up in front of him, fingers splayed revealing the detail of the gloves in the lantern light but you ignore him, sputtering for a moment longer before racing to his side and gently placing a hand on his cheek to inspect the gashes across it.
‘Idiot,’ You hiss as he winces against your palm. ‘You’re seriously the stupidest person I’ve ever met,’ He furrows his brows staring at you with an emotion you can’t place and you shake your head before turning to move back to your own window.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Freaking out,’ You mumble, pressing a hand against your forehead. ‘I’m freaking out.’
‘You said you wouldn’t freak out.’ You whirl on your heel, looking at him incredulously.
‘Yeah, I thought you’d just gotten a black eye or something,’ You point at his face, shaking your head. ‘This is so much worse- I don’t know the first thing about cleaning wounds, Peter.’
‘You seem to be completely bypassing the fact that I just revealed my alter-ego to you,’ He sounds confused, almost like this is the last way he expected you to react; and maybe you should be more freaked out about the superhero thing, but all you can do is stare at Peter’s bloody and bruised face and grimace.
‘Just- I have some disinfectant in the bathroom,’ You turn to your window again, stepping one foot in. ‘Stay here.’
Peter nods before you disappear into your room and when you return five minutes later, the cool liquid and some butterfly bandages in your hand, he’s sitting on his window sill, head bowed and hands clasped together.
You quickly get to work, lifting his face and cleaning the wounds as best you can, all the while trying not to wince at the muffled groans coming from your neighbor. After you finish, you begin to gently press the little bandages against his cuts.
‘You seem more freaked out about the blood than the suit,’ Peter mumbles, just as you’re sticking the last one on. The bandaging is crooked and clumsy but it’s the best you can do, and you pull away from him slightly, peering at his face.
‘It was the most important matter at hand,’ You look down at your feet, still clad in pink and blue socks and wiggle your toes. Peter chuckles.
‘So you’re Spider-Man,’ It’s a statement, of course it is, and Peter only nods while looking rather sheepish. ‘Okay,’ You stand up, turning your back to him and you hear the fire escape creak as he follows in suit.
‘You’re not surprised?’
You turn back to him and laugh, running a hand through your hair. ‘Rusty metal creaks, Peter.’ You point to the very platform you’re standing on and he blushes a deep red.
‘Right,’
‘Maybe be a little quieter next time you’re sneaking around in a red and blue suit.’
He shakes his head, hair falling in his face and you try to ignore how your heart skips a beat. ‘Thanks, Y/N,’
You nod, sucking on your teeth. ‘No problem, Peter,’
It’s quiet for a moment before, ‘I- the reason I showed you-’
‘It’s a lot,’ You cut him off and he glances up at you. ‘Being a superhero, it’s a lot of pressure, I get it.’
He furrows his brows then, a smile playing on his lips and you smile back. ‘What?’
‘Nothin,’ He shrugs and you narrow your eyes playfully.
‘Okay,’ You shake your head. ‘Goodnight, Spider-Man,’
ok so like peter has been with the avengers for a while, and one day, since tony’s paranoid af and has friday keep tabs on what peter buys online because a) some of the depression jokes peter uses scare him and b) peter once bought a taser because he’d never been tasered before and wanted to know what it felt like, friday tells him that peter’s bought a #1 dad mug
which when it gets out causes a minor war among the avengers as they all try to guess who peter’s going to give it to, tony’s been getting mean about his insults and even though clint’s pretty sure it’s not him, he’s started pouring salt in tony’s expensive espresso machine out of spite, cap’s been upping his “dad factor” by being even more obnoxiously preachy about the importance of “working together” and “eating salads”, which has sent bucky into a bad mood because steve is the most hypocritical bastard he’s ever had the misfortune of taking care of, and thor’s just buying blue and orange solid colored polo shirts and kakhi pants in his attempts to understand what a midguardian dad is like and he’s having so much fun, bruce is tired of clint putting salt in the life giving espresso machine and starts rigging his arrows to randomly go off
peter in the meantime had been buying a #1 mom mug for loki because ever since peter expressed interest in one of his mutant animal kids, loki keeps sending him pictures of his kids on facebook and gushing about them, it came with a #1 dad mug which he started using himself because somebody’s gotta take care of peter, and that person is peter, damnit
– Peter was going to come out to May when he was 14, but then Tony showed up and kinda ruined it
– He kind of decided not to say anything because he felt like if he told her she’d see him differently
– He was also scared that he’d somehow also accidentally “come out” to her as spider man
– the first person he told was Shuri, she gave him a hug because she knew it was hard to come out and it takes a lot of bravery to tell people who you are, or who you love
– Peter slowly “came out” to everyone except for 6 people; May, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Loki
– Loki kinda already knew though
– Loki made a joke about it to Thor and Thor almost choked him until he remembered “oh wait my brother is lowkey flaming”
– Peter never really got around to telling Steve and Bucky even though Natasha told him they were accepting and cool, something about them being from the 40’s made him uneasy
– When he told May he was bi she cried, he got scared because he thought she was disappointed and that made her cry more, when she stoped crying she hugged him and told him that she was disappointed in herself for not being a good enough parent to him because she felt like it was her fault he was scared to come out to her
– Peter cried a bit and told her she was the best Aunt ever
– They both cried a lot and bought some ice cream
– Peter was most afraid of telling Tony
– He didn’t know that Pepper had told Tony already and told him not to bring it up and be extra nice
– Tony had been trying to make a big show of donating to LGBT foundations and saying he was excited for pride whenever Peter was around
– Peter was oblivious
– When Peter finally told him, he tried to act kind of surprised but ended up just awkwardly asking Peter if he wanted some rainbow stuff for Pride and if he was going
– After Peter left, Tony called up Wade and told him to “stay the FUCK away from New York and Peter unless you want to know what being trapped in a small box for a hundred years feels like”
– Thor accidentally tells Steve and Bucky and they use Bucky’s assassin skills to sneak into Peter’s room and fill it with rainbow and bi flags and lots of candy and a note that says “lots of love from Bucky and Steve! Happy pride!
– It has a messy drawing of Steve and Bucky holding pride flags on the front
Obviously, when Peter Parker gets bit by a spider and then develops freaking superpowers, he has to tell someone.
The first person that comes to mind is Ned, but that boy can’t keep his mouth shut for a million dollars and this is something that needs remain a secret.
The next person that pops into his head is Y/N, causing a smile to appear on his face. Yeah, he’ll tell her.
When he does, she’s not as surprised as he thought she would be.
“I knew as soon as I saw the videos on youtube,” she smiles, “when he – you – started cheering for yourself and did the whole flip thing I knew it was you.”
Peter’s mouth forms into an impressed half smile as he sits on her bed.
“Maybe I can help you,” Y/N says, “patch you up when you get injured, I’m half way decent at basic medical stuff and I can study up a bit more.”
“Really?” He smiles again. “That would be great.”
And so she does, every bruise and scrape gets some sort of attention from her and as the weeks progress she becomes well versed in any medical procedures he might need.
It’s usually just cuts and bruises, a couple of cut lips and black eyes here and there. Things progressively get worse, she has to start reading up on setting broken bones and even stitching up deep cuts.
She still remembers the first time he comes to her window with broken fingers, Peter almost biting through the pillow she gave him to keep him muffled as she fixes him up.
“What did you do, punch a brick wall or something?” She asks in a whisper, handing him a glass of water and some pain pills.
“Yeah,” he groans lowly, “something like that.”
“They’ll heal, but it’s gonna hurt for a while,” she shakes her head, smoothing his hair back off his forehead, “you need to be more careful mister.”
He smiles, nodding his head.
“I’ll do my best,” he replies, “you’re gonna be a good nurse someday.”
“Oh please,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “I already am.”
“How’s your hand?” She asks a few days later during a chem lab, a hint of a smile on her face.
“Healing,” he replies, shrugging, “at least it’s my left.”
“What’d you tell May?” Y/N asks.
“That I fell down the stairs,” he says with a light laugh, “she told me that I need to learn to walk again.”
“You should probably come up with a better excuse.”
It’s cliché really, the way he fell for her. They’ve been best friends for nearly ten years and it takes superpowers and fighting bad guys for him to realize that she’s everything he wants in a girlfriend. The way she cares about him, the way she fusses over every scrape he could possibly get on a day to day basis, the way she’s so accepting of everything he does as Spiderman.
God how could I have not realized how perfect she is?
A few months later Y/N’s reading is interrupted by a knock on the window, a bloody and bruised Peter kneeling on the fire escape.
“Oh my god Peter,” she breathes after she opens the panel, helping him inside as painlessly as she can.
“Are your parents home?” He asks through a groan, practically falling onto the bed.
Y/N shakes her head, grabbing her first aid kit out of her closet.
“Business trip, til Monday,” she replies, sitting next to him.
“Good,” he replies, throwing his mask onto the floor, “‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet tonight.”
“Can you get your suit off?” She questions, digging through her supplies for anything she deems necessary.
Peter nods, pressing the middle of his suit to expand it and sliding it down his body.
“If you wanted to see me shirtless you could’ve just asked,” he tries to joke, “I would’ve happily obliged.”
“Only you could make jokes at a time like this,” she shakes her head, pulling a stethoscope she bought about a month and a half into helping Peter, rubbing the end with her hand, “this is gonna be cold but I need to know if your ribs are broken or not.”
The warning barely helps, he still hisses loudly when she presses the end to his chest, pain shooting through his body as he fists her sheets in his hands.
“I know, I know,” she whispers, swallowing, “I’m sorry. How deep can you breathe in?”
Peter sucks in a breath, stopping when the pain becomes unbearable.
“Good good,” Y/N smiles, moving the device off his chest and back onto the table, nodding, “if anything, they’re bruised, not broken. And your lungs aren’t hurt, that’s another good thing. What else is bad?”
“My shoulder,” he replies through gritted teeth, “it kills.”
“Okay,” she nods, using her fingers to probe the area, stopping as soon as Peter practically yells out in pain.
She nods again, her suspicions confirmed.
“Dislocated,” she says, biting down on her lip in contemplation, “how are your legs?”
“What?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Sore, but okay, why?”
“I need a better angle,” Y/N replies, straddling his legs with hers on either side of his.
If he hadn’t been in so much pain he probably would’ve died from the position they were now in. The girl pulls her hair up into a pony tail, taking in a deep breath.
“This is gonna hurt Pete,” she says, swallowing roughly, “like a lot. But I need to relocate it or else it could get a whole lot worse.”
Peter nods, already squeezing his eyes shut as she places her hands on his shoulder.
She’s pretty sure people all the way in New Jersey can hear his scream as she fixed his shoulder, her hands running through his hair to help calm him down.
“That was good, you did so good,” she whispers, tilting his face towards hers as she smiles, “I’m so proud of you.”
Peter gives her as much of a smile as he can muster, the pain lessening a bit. He watches as she not so subtly wipes away a tear, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
“Why are you crying angel?” He asks quietly, the pet name rolling off of his tongue before he can catch it.
“I’m okay,” the girl says quietly, pushing his hair off of his forehead.
She brings her hand up to clean off the blood coming from one of his smaller cuts, and its then that Peter sees the shakiness running through her body.
Peter pulls her arm down, staring at her with worry.
“Y/N,” he says, “angel, please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I,” her breath hitches, trying to stop herself from crying, “I hate seeing you hurt, Peter. I know I said I would help you with your injuries and I don’t want to stop doing that but I just…seeing you like this, god it kills me.”
Peter pulls her into his chest, cradling the girl and ignoring the pain as her head rests against him.
“I know it’s scary,” he says quietly, “I know that it was bad today, but I saved someone’s life, and to me that’s worth it,” he strokes the girl’s hair comfortingly, trying his best to resist the urge to kiss her, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this, I’m sorry that I can’t be a better superhero and that I have to come to you for this stu-”
“No, no,” she cuts him off, shaking her head, “you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to apologize. Never, ever apologize for doing things like this, you got it?”
Peter swallows, nodding his head as he stares at the girl still sitting on his lap. Suddenly, a switch flips, and he can’t hold himself back.
He places his fingers under her chin, deciding that if she shows the slightest bit of hesitation he’ll stop but until then he’s going for it. He leans in, and, unbeknownst to him, she does the same. Their lips press against each others soon enough, Peter swearing that his chest is going to break from the inside out with how hard his heart is beating at the feeling. It’s as if time slows, Peter cupping Y/N’s cheek as they kiss.
This is happening, oh my god this is actually happening.
The teens pull apart, but only barely, faces still close together as they breath heavy.
“Hey,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Hi,” he replies the same way, barely keeping his eyes off of her lips.
She kisses him again, this time it’s her hand on his face and he’s left following her lead, not that he’s complaining.
“Sorry,” the girl says as she pulls back, “couldn’t help myself.”
“You never have to be sorry about kissing me,” he shakes his head, “literally never.”
“You know this isn’t gonna help me not worry about you,” Y/N says, running her fingers gently through the front of his hair, “might even make it worse.”
“Don’t care,” he mumbles, “the pain is worth it if I have you to come home to.”
Peter swears he’s never seen her face more red than after those words came out of his mouth.
“Oh god I must be killing your ribs,” she rushes, pushing herself up off the boys chest.
“Nuh uh, you’re not leaving,” he says, pulling her back into the original position with his chin now on top of her head, “I can feel myself healing already.”
“Peter, you’re in pain.”
“I’d rather be in pain a little longer if it means I get to have you here in my arms.”
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