YOU HAD ME AT WRONG WINDOW — Peter Parker x Reader
Spider-Man shows up at your dorm room window, hurt and bleeding, while you’re trying to study for finals. You have no choice but to help him and a night of comfort and fluff ensues.
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College Peter Parker | No Smut | One Shot | Second Person POV | Any Spider-Man | Fluff | Comfort
You’re halfway through your last physics past paper and fully convinced that if electromagnetism were a person, you’d punch them in the face.
Your laptop fan is wheezing louder than your exhausted brain, your headphones are blaring some hyper-focus playlist with lo-fi beats, and your desk is a crime scene of sticky notes, cookie crumbs, eraser dust and one very abused mechanical pencil.
Your dorm room is halfway packed— boxes of sweaters and mismatched socks stacked by the closet, your roommate’s bed already stripped bare and empty. She went back home to Egypt 2 days ago, and now it’s just you, your fading sanity, and a large amount of snacks that are currently on sale for the holidays.
You’re already planning the hot chocolate you’ll make on your study break when you finish this question.
But just as you tap the spacebar to replay a tutorial video of an Indian man explaining the same concept that just won’t stick in your brain for the third time, you hear it… A loud thunk against your window.
Even through your headphones, you hear a loud, muttered, “Ow! What the hell?!”
You pause, headphones still on, head slowly turning toward the source like you’re in a horror movie and the killer just called your house phone.
You live on the sixth floor of the student accommodation building. There should not be knocking. There are people on your floor partying one last time before the semester break but how on earth could they have made it out to scale the side of the building??
You take off your headphones and put the last cookie down, heart thudding with the kind of adrenaline only caffeine and existential dread can prepare you for. You take a scissor out of your desk drawer. It’s not even that sharp but it will have to do, you guess…
Another thud. A grunt. And then, faintly, but unmistakably:
“…Did I forget to leave this open again, come on!”
Cautiously, and confused, you stand, shuffle over in your fuzzy socks, and peek past your string lights and the little paper snowflakes taped to your windowsill.
Outside, clinging to the narrow ledge like some kind of deranged Christmas ornament, is Spider-Man.
Yes. Spider-Man. In the flesh. Or rather, in the spandex? Red and blue and bleeding through the rips in his suit!
He doesn’t see you at first. He’s carrying a backpack and he’s crouched awkwardly on the windowsill, both gloved hands jammed under the windowpane as he mutters angrily under his breath, “Come on, Peter, you idiot… Wait, did I forget to put my lights off? Why is it so— wait… When did we buy a salt lamp?”
You slam the window open so fast he almost slips.
“WHAT THE—?!”
Spider-Man lets out a startled noise that can only be described as a high-pitched, mid-puberty shriek before flailing backwards. He barely saves himself with a web, panting, as you gape at each other.
“What the hell are you doing?!” you hiss, eyes wide, adrenaline now spiking for very different reasons.
He pauses.
Then peers past you into the room.
“…This isn’t my room.”
“Ding ding ding,” you snap. “If you’re looking for Peter Parker, try four doors down.”
A long pause…
“…You know Peter?” he asks, voice hoarse.
Before you can answer, he sort of… slumps. One hand presses to his side and you finally notice the dark crimson smeared down his ribs.
“Oh my God,” you whisper. “That’s a lot of blood.”
“Yeah. That tends to happen when you get slammed through a car windshield. I’m gonna go find Peter now…”
He tries to wave it off like it’s no big deal and then promptly collapses into your room headfirst. The backpack falling beside him.
You scream and then you’re so thankful that no one outside can hear you because of their loud partying.
Two minutes later, you’re dragging the city’s web-slinging superhero across your roommate’s rug while he wheezes, muttering apologies and asking, “Please don’t call the RA. I’m trying to keep a low profile,” as you pick up the phone you put away while you were studying.
“I wasn’t going to call the RA, I was going to call an ambulance!”
“No hospitals,” he groans. “I’m fine. I just need—”
“Peter, right? I know where his room is, I can go get him. That guy’s never at any parties, he’s probably up studying for our exam tomorrow too.”
“No, it’s okay, I think I’ll just—”
You cut him off, checking your phone again. “We don’t really talk but I have his number because of this group project we had once, maybe I can call him up here?”
Without thinking and probably under the influence of a serious concussion, Spider-Man starts feeling around his non-existent pockets in a fit of panic as you dial the number.
His phone rings, in that backpack. And you stare as the main soundtrack from the first Star Wars movie plays.
“Why do you have Peter’s phone?” You ask.
“Uh,” he sighed, “That’s his backpack, I saved him. I was just trying to return it and make sure he’s okay.”
“There’s way too many people out there, are you sure you don’t need my help?”
He’s breathing so heavily and he barely has the energy to get past you as you block the door. You hear him sniffle beneath the mask.
“Y/N, please,“ he whispers with a shaky voice that makes your heart twist. And then he rips the mask off.
And you freeze. You stare at him. At the too-familiar messy brown hair and the tired, warm brown eyes and the soft, crooked nose you’ve definitely stared at from behind a textbook in calculus.
“Peter?!”
He looks like a raccoon caught in your trash can. You, meanwhile, short-circuit.
“Peter Parker?! You’re Spider-Man? YOU? YOU’RE? WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? OH MY GOD???” you’re pacing now, waving your hands like a cartoon character trying to fly away, “THIS IS WHY YOU NEVER SHOW UP TO GROUP PROJECTS, YOU’RE OFF FIGHTING CRIME? OH MY GOD? OH MY GOD!”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, like a kid who broke your favorite mug. “Please don’t freak out. I just really thought this was my room. I had the craziest night.”
You gape at him. He’s bleeding. He’s shivering. His voice is quivering. His hair is stuck to his forehead and he’s got an actual web-shooter strapped to his wrist.
You exhale and drop to your knees beside him.
“…Okay. Okay. Let me help you, though. I can’t let you leave my room like this, even if I didn’t know it was you, Peter.”
You lead him over to your bed and get the first aid kit from under it, gently cleaning his wounds. He winces the whole time but doesn’t complain, and you tell him he can take a shower if he needs it, which he does. Before he goes into the bathroom, you hand him a hoodie and sweatpants which somehow fit him.
While he’s in the shower and the steam slips out into the rest of the room from under the doorway, you take your laptop from the desk and search up ”Spider-Man latest news” on YouTube to see what exactly happened. You find a candid video of him being attacked by what looks like a whole band of henchmen, but you have no idea who they’re working for. Poor kid, you think, as you watch him being flung off buildings and punched into walls. The footage is really shaky but you’re pretty sure you just saw those guys whip out some steel pipes to beat him in the shins with.
Now that the shock of the revelation had died down, you felt so inexplicably sad. The fact that Spider-Man was just some awkward, nerdy, orphaned college kid you met last semester made your chest feel funny. And the fact that you may or may not, kind of, sort of, always had a little crush on him makes it feel even funnier.
You make some hot chocolate for the both of you with some more Christmas cookies on the side, ready for when he comes out. Peter comes out wearing your clothes, looking much better… and not just because he had cleaned up his wounds. His wet hair and bunched up eyelashes make your stomach flutter just a little bit.
He was grateful for the clothes and the snacks and the hot chocolate helped, as you hoped it would. You sit on your roommate’s bed while he sits under the blankets on yours, mugs in hand, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights and the soft hum of “All I Want for Christmas” leaking from the hallway.
“I feel like a failure,” he says after a long silence, voice small. He caught sight of your open laptop where you had just searched for footage of what happened.
You glance over at him again and he’s now staring at his mug like it holds all the answers.
“The guy got away. I shouldn’t have let that happen.”
You nudge his leg gently. “You were outnumbered, dude. Also their attacks were brutal, they had weapons and you didn’t. I think you’re allowed to feel a little shitty right now.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “That’s… a good point.”
The noise from the partying on your floor starts to die down and outside your window, snow starts to fall. Light, fluttery, magical. The kind of snow that makes you nostalgic for things you never even experienced.
Peter catches you looking and gives a small smile. It’s kind of heartbreaking. Kind of beautiful.
“I always thought you were cool,” he says, quietly.
You blink. “Me?”
“Yeah. You’re always working so hard. Always helping everyone. You made the dorm Valentine’s wall in February.”
You try to suppress a smile. “No offense but I thought you were always working hard too. You never show up to any parties or hangouts so I always assumed you were home studying… not out fighting crime.”
He stares out of your window, fondly. “I’ll take that as a compliment actually. At school my aunt used to just kinda… assume I was doing drugs or something.”
“You’ve been Spider-Man since high school?” The thought finally registers. “Shit, yeah that’s true. Wow, that must’ve been tough.”
Peter shrugs and lets out a long sigh, so you take the hint and change the topic because you don’t want things to get too emotional. Eventually, the party noise outside dies down completely. It’s silent.
“I should really get back to studying for the physics test tomorrow,” you say, making your way back to your desk. “These stupid electromagnetism questions have been giving me a headache. How sure are we that they’ll even be on the test?” You yawned, contemplating whether you’d be able to skip them and still pass.
“Very sure, trust me, they’re on all the past papers so there’s a really high chance, I guess,” Peter said, getting up.
“When did you find time to do all these papers?” You turn to him.
He shrugs again. “The good news is that the questions are kinda repetitive. So if you know how to answer one, you’ll know how to answer them all.”
And with that, he takes a seat and helps you study. Turns out Spider-Man is weirdly good at circuits.
You fall asleep sometime around 3 A.M shoulder against his. He whispers your name once, softly, like he’s testing how it feels. And then he writes you a note and leaves it stuck to your window.
You wake up to snow and sunlight and the ghost of Peter. You think maybe this is the start of a very weird, very good Christmas break.
The note reads: Thanks Y/N. You make the best cocoa. I still have your number too, I’ll call you if I ever need anything. Also, let me know if you need your clothes back. Good luck with the final and happy holidays :)
You giggle when you flipped it over and see a doodle of Spider-Man wearing a Christmas hat and drinking hot cocoa.
I've always found it odd when people refuse to read fanfics that are works in progress. Like, you don't want to get excited for updates?? You don't want to cheer the author on?? You don't want to watch the fic progress and grow in real time??? Okay...
for an anime about assassins, Sakamoto Days is just so cute to me for some reason.😭 idk if it’s the chubby shop owner who loves his wife and kid, or the found family dynamic between the characters but it’s just cute to me somehow and i feel weird for it.😵💫
”I have this artistic idea but not the skills to achieve it to the standard I want.”
congrats! Now you have a motif! A recurring theme! A focus for your art! Something to haunt you!
Seventeen still lives of dandelions? Three hundred poems about grief? A sketchbook dedicated to your grandmother’s house? Two books trying to unravel the complexities of familial relationships?
Don’t let the fear of it not being perfect on the first try stop you from being Weird About It!
how my friends look at me after i just explained the traumatic backstory of a character in my new WIP (they can tell it’s a self-insert and they’re about to recommend therapy again)
i just found a Peter Parker fanfic playlist (bless the YouTube algorithm fr) and now i can’t stop thinking about how amazing it would be if fanfic readings or fanfic audiobooks were more common?? like imagine if it was normal to have fics available for audio consumption or if AO3 or other fanfiction sites ever added audio options (i’m not a tech person lol pls don’t come for me on how difficult that would be, i’m just dreaming out loud pls).
anyways, here’s me pleading my case to writers and readers on why i think more people should start recording fics, or let others record them…
Accessibility!!
this would make fics sm more accessible to people with disabilities or neurodivergence or anyone with reading/focus difficulties. Even when people love fanfics it’s not always easy to sit and read them, so listening would go a long way and would reach a wider audience.
Which brings me to my next point…
Convenience!!
i was thinking about that phrase “if there’s a screen, AO3 will be seen”😂 So audiobooks/readings would just be next level, no? You don’t even need a screen, just some earphones🤭. Imagine enjoying fanfic while walking, cleaning, driving, falling asleep etc.
Giving way to more avenues of expression and art in Fandom!!
fanfic is already a creative outlet for so many writers and all kinds of artists. Why not open that space for narrators/voice actors/audio editors too? Especially with AI creeping into everything rn, including voice acting and narration, this could be such a cool and organic way for real fans and real artists to collab and get their passion back.
and the same way writers use fanfic to practice their skills, fanfic readings could be a space for narrators or voice actors to build portfolios, and try new styles, or just enjoy their hobby or passion in a community they love.
Still Anonymous & low effort!!
you don’t need a pro setup for this pls. Your phone mic, or your earphones mic could honestly be enough. And you can still stay totally anonymous, just like fic writers do. No pressure, i think. Also i think there’s so many places to post these already like youtube, and pretty much every app that allows podcasts or it could be an opportunity for our women in stem to come out with maybe a new app or solution for us lol.
PS: if you know of any good youtube channels, playlists, podcasts, creators etc please tag/link/recommend them! and if you’re a writer open to someone reading your work out loud, maybe drop a note somewhere or tag your fic? let’s make this a thing please.❤️ i think it would just be SO COOL if we had more fanfic readings and if fanfic audiobooks were just more common in our fandoms, i wish we had more of them. (This is coming from a neurodivergent fanfic writer who has a stuttering disorder, i wish i could record my own fics or help authors record theirs).
i just stumbled upon a WHOLE PLAYLIST of Peter Parker fanfic readings on YouTube and 1. i’m so excited i’m literally about to do summersaults around my room but also 2. i feel so dumb for never realizing this was even a thing??😭😭
Like?? FANFIC AUDIOBOOKS?? ACTUAL PEOPLE READING FANFIC OUT LOUD WITH EMOTION AND VIBES AND EVERYTHING. WHY DIDN’T I KNOW THIS EXISTED??
i was literally just bedrotting today, procrastinating on writing my own story and i was in the mood for Spider-Man fanfics but not in the mood to read so i randomly thought “huh, i wonder if i could find some people at least discussing Spider-Man fanfics” and so i typed it into YouTube on a WHIM and now i’ve got HOURS of content queued up like it’s my own private Marvel podcast. I’M OBSESSED.
Why isn’t this more common or more talked about in fan spaces?? more authors and fans should record their fics!! i would listen to this stuff all day— while walking, cleaning, crying, existing?? THIS IS AMAZING. BLESS WHOEVER STARTED THIS!!
i’m going to take Gravity Falls trending on tumblr today as my sign to start writing the College AU fanfic i’ve been meaning to write for the longest time but never really did because i was like, who even pays attention to Gravity Falls anymore lmao. The fandom’s been a little quiet these days, happy to see we’re still alive and well.😌😍
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