A Collection of Instances Where Peter Parker was Woken Up In the Middle of the Night by His (very attractive) Downstairs Neighbour
Peter Parker / GN!Reader
Warnings; swearing, slight/implied sexual content (?), Peter and reader are both 18 (in their last year of high school), gender neutral reader, slight AU(?)
A/N; Hey lovelies, I just wanted to remind you that requests are open! <3 Also, in this oneshot, Peter has super hearing... I’m not sure if that’s canon bc ik he has enhanced senses, but I’m not sure if that includes hearing (i think it does tho??)... idk tho, so i added the AU tag just incase
“You have super hearing, right?” Ned asked Peter on their way to the cafeteria.
“Yeah, why?”
“Can you just listen to anyone you want? Like at any time?”
“Kind of? If I concentrate hard enough I can listen to one voice at a time, but there’s usually a louder, more prominent noise that breaks my concentration.”
Ned nodded his head in understanding, biting into his sandwich.
“Honestly though,” Peter continued, “it’s probably my least favourite ability.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“Because whenever I try to take tests, clocks are suddenly 10,000 times louder and it makes concentrating like really fucking hard.” Peter explained, taking a bite out of a baby carrot. “To be honest though, it’s the worst at night.”
“Why?” Ned asked, face scrunched in confusion. “Oh my god- is it- can you like… hear people- doing it?”
“What? Dude, no- well, sometimes- but no. It’s mostly because my one neighbour has a tendency to talk to themselves out loud and is, apparently, an insomniac.”
“Oh god, which neighbour?”
“You know the ones downstairs?” Peter asked, knowing for a fact that Ned would know exactly who he was talking about. One of the perks (and downsides) of having a best friend since second grade: he knows almost everything about your life, including your neighbours.
“Which ones?” Ned asked. “The Johnsons or the (Y/L/N)’s?”
“The (Y/L/N)’s.”
“Wait, are you talking about (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Ned asked, continuing when he saw Peter nod. “You listen to (Y/N) (Y/L/N) at night?”
“Dude! You’re making it sound so creepy. I don’t listen to them- I-I mean I do- but not intentionally. I can’t help it, it just happens.” Peter exclaimed, eyes wide. “Plus, it’s not like I like it. To be honest, it’s really annoying.”
“How can it be annoying? It sounds really interesting.”
“Well…”
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“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree~ Da da, dum dum, da da, dee~ No, that can’t be right.”
Peter opened his eyes, groaning. This isn’t the first time he had been woken up by his neighbour- hell, it wasn’t even the first time this week- but he was still, somehow, surprised.
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree~ singing to himself ‘she doesn’t love me’- no that’s way too sad.”
‘For fuck’s sake,’ Peter thought to himself angrily. ‘Just google it.’
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree~ picking at himself until he bleeds~ Jesus Christ! No, that can’t be it.”
Peter smiled to himself, despite his anger towards his insomniac neighbour.
‘Why did they sound so panicked.’ He laughed to himself, pulling his blanket back up over his shoulder.
He tried to focus his hearing on the vent above his bed, listening carefully to the constant stream of air flowing through the metallic rectangle in the ceiling.
“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree~” he heard his neighbour softly sing as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Peter was woken up by the sound of your door closing- more like slamming- followed by a string of curses that would bing shame to your parents.
“That fucking asshole,” you exclaimed, swinging your fists at your sides in anger. “How dare he!”
Peter sat up in bed, eyes wide. He wasn’t annoyed at being woken up anymore- he was concerned. You sounded so angry, he couldn’t help but worry.
“He just- argh- he didn’t even ask.”
Okay, now he was really concerned.
As your face contorted with your emotions- your lower lip curling upward, eyes scrunching and eyebrows becoming upturned- you let ugly sobs escape from your chest.
Peter wanted to help- he wanted to ask if you were okay- but he had no idea how. You two weren’t friends- sure, you knew of each others existences and had spoken a few times over the years- but he wouldn’t consider you two friends.
There’s no way he could DM you without it being weird- especially at 2AM.
“Tomorrow,” he whispered to himself, “tomorrow I’ll talk to them.”
For now, he settled for pushing his pillow against the side of his head and trying to think of nothing.
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“Would it be bad if I just used the hot water from the tap for tea?” Peter heard, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “I want tea but I’m too tired to wait for the kettle.”
“Oh my god, yes, what the fuck.” Peter whispered.
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“What do you want to say to Joe Biden right now.” “Hey baby, take me out to dinner.” “Ayo?!”
‘For fucks sake,’ Peter thought to himself, groaning. ’They need to spend less time on tiktok. I swear they’re going to be saying ‘bing bong’ for the next week if they don’t lay off a bit.’
(Spoiler warning: he was right.)
“Material gorl.” Your phone rang out throughout your apartment.
“Material gorl,” Peter copied, bringing his hand up beside his head and posing.
“Onions, garlic, celery,” Elmo recited through your phone speaker.
“Balsamic vinegar,” Peter said, in sync to the tiktok playing. “That’s a big word for Elmo.”
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“Oh my god, shut up.” You said to your friend through the phone, smile evident in your tone.
Unbeknownst to Peter, ever since he had spoken to you at your locker your best friend has not stopped teasing you.
“Honestly,” Peter heard (Y/F/N) say through your phones speaker, “I didn’t think he was your type.”
“Fuck off,” you said smiling. “I told you, it wasn’t like that. He was just asking for my notes from the lab.”
‘Shit,’ Peter thought to himself. ’Are they talking about me?’
“Plus,” you added, slight disappointment edging its way into your tone, “he’s still totally into Liz.”
Peter could feel his face heating up in embarrassment; it’s bad enough that you were talking about him, but the fact that you knew about his crush- this was mortifying.
“Yeah, but isn’t Liz really into Jason right now?” (Y/F/N) asked. “I heard he was planning on asking her to homecoming.”
‘Fuck’
Peters crush on Liz was already fading- and this was the nail in the coffin. Peter had noticed Jason hanging around Liz- everyone had- but he didn’t really think anything of it; in hind sight, he realizes that was probably his infatuation with her blinding him from the truth. Every time he saw Jason squeeze her arm or give her that look from across their table in the cafeteria, he felt a little less attracted to her.
Peter wasn’t stupid- he could recognize when he lost.
“At least tell me this,” (Y/F/N) insisted, drawing Peters attention back to their conversation. “Do you think he’s hot?”
“You are such a dumbass.” You said, giggling.
“You didn’t deny it.” They laughed.
“Physical appearance should not be a deciding factor when looking for a romantic partner.” You said in your best mock-parent voice. “But yeah, he’s really fucking hot. Not just because he looks like a greek god though. He’s also nice- and totally nerdy- which somehow makes him hotter?”
“Oh my god you totally like him!!!”
“Hey, I didn’t say that!” You said. “I’m just… interested in him. I don’t know him well enough to say that I like him or anything. I just appreciate beauty when I see it.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat.
There’s no way in hell someone as attractive as you just called him hot, right?
’Ned isn’t going to believe this.’
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“Hey, baby boy…” Peter heard from below, making his eyes widen. “How’s my handsome little man tonight?”
Peter blushed at your words.
‘Okay, that should not have made me feel that way’
Peter could hear your cat purring, and some shuffling on your bed. He imagined you getting under the covers, and wondered what it would be like to join you. Would you hold him close to you, or would you want him to hold you- to protect you.
He liked the sound of that; protecting you.
Since being bitten by the spider, Peter has come to love his new build. He loves his abs, and how his shoulders have filled out, but more than anything, he loves his arms. He wants to see them wrapped around you- to keep you safe from the world. He wants to feel you hold them- to appreciate them; not in a self obsessed way, he just wants you to know that he can protect you. He wants to hold you down (in a PG, family friendly way of course ;] ).
“Are you feeling tired, babes?” You asked, making Peter blush even more. “Do you wanna cuddle with me for a bit?”
Peter imagined your cat laying next to you, with your hand stroking his tummy and under his chin. He imagined how nice it would feel to have your hands on his face, his chest, his arms, his hips, his-
’Nope, nope, no, no, un-uh, no.’
With that thought floating around his tiny, hormonal head, Peter decided to go to bed. He couldn’t handle this shit- especially not at 2AM.
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“Fu-ck,” Peter hears you groan out in a broken voice.
You had woken up with a massive cramp in your calf- one of those mid-stretch, feel it from your ankle to your knee cramps.
It wasn’t your fault that it sounded profoundly sexual- especially when trying to keep quiet at night.
“Ah, fuckkk,” you groaned under your breath, massaging the tight muscle. “Oh my god, why is it so tight.”
Peters face grew warmer and warmer as each second passed.
‘Is she…’
“Why the fuck is my leg cramping at 1 am? What the fuckkkk.”
‘Oh…’
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