đ¤ Once again, congrats on the milestone. Anyway, you should do the arachnophobia fic idea! It's so adorable!
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
Funnily enough, Peterâs girlfriend has a crippling fear of spiders.
CONTENT: fluff, fem!reader, everyone is 18+
NOTES: Iâm afraid of the dark⌠maybe you could come sleep with me ;)
By every definition of the word, Peter never considered himself a morning person. If anything, he despised mornings, but he could always appreciate the beauty in them.
When the sky took its time waking up along with the rest of the city, Peter became aware of several things almost at once: how the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of lilacs and pinks, golden threads of morning light pouring through the windows of his shared flat that warmed his skin. It brought another day of hopes and aspirations, soon to be fulfilled goals and another day spent with loved ones.
Instinctively, he reached out to the spot beside him, expecting to roll over and be embraced with a warm hug, only to frown when the sheets were cold and his girlfriend out of sight.
With a few bleary blinks, muddled with faint memories of his dream, Peterâs eyes momentarily clenched shut as stretched his limbs, hearing the popping of joints and unravelling knots before he got up with an exasperated sigh.
It was a Saturday morning, and he had no intention of waking up that early, but the bed was cold and empty.
âPeter!â
A strangled plea, desperation, a familiar voice.
A hot flash struck Peterâs body â contrasting with the chill sensation that ran down his spine and collected and pooled deep in his gut.
Jumping out of bed, he grabbed his web-shooters with shaky hands but it felt as if his vision had been disfigured â as if he were staring through a fish-eye lens while attaching them to his wrist.
His chest grew tight and thundered as bile rushed to his throat. Blood rushed into his ears that muffled and encased his head in static noise.
He breathed hard, rushing up to the bedroom door and nearly ripping it off its hinges. Uncertainty bled through every action â the panic coursing through him only amplified the accompanying scream of her name.
Barreling into the living room, his eyes darted to find his girlfriend standing in the centre of the room. Without thought, webs shot out and grabbed her, pulling her back into Peterâs chest before shoving her behind him.
âWhere is it? Are you hurt? What happened?â He fired rapidly, arms outstretched wide to broaden his coverage to shield her. His mind reeled into overdrive.
But a second came and went, and the silence prevailed, only for Peter's ragged breath, becoming shorter, sharper, to fill the room.
Hesitantly examining for any trace of the intruder, Peter tossed a look to her, staring into her eyes wide with panic.
âI know youâre scared but you have to tell me. Where did it go?â
Her arm shot up, finger waving mid-air. âUp there!â
About to shoot out another web, Peter paused, blinking in utter disbelief.
Adjacent to them, seated in the far right corner of the wall, unmoving and unthreatening, was a spider â a relatively small one at that. It remained motionless, biding its time in the uncharted territory as its beady eyes leered at them, standing on eight legs.
âPlease get it!â
Relaxing and slumping his shoulders, he sighed, licked his lips and burst into a fit of laughter. Peter spun around to cup her face in his hands, slightly shaking her in timing with his speech. âYou â argh! I thought something bad happened to you! Donât. You. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That!â
But she was preoccupied, focus still stuck on the spider that was now scuffling towards them at a menacing speed that had her wiggling out of his grasp.
âPete, please!â
He shook his head with a smile and breathless laugh. âYouâre scared of the itsy bitsy spider?â
âItâs huge!â
Peter rolled his eyes, gesturing to himself. âYou sleep with one every night!â
âWell, my Spidey doesnât have eight legs and a hundred eyes!â She scoffed as if he was the ridiculous one while pushing him further to the spider. âTheyâre so ugly! And disgusting â atrocious little creatures!â
âIâm trying really hard not to get offended right now.â
âCan you just kill it already?â
âKill it?â He exclaimed. âThatâs self-murder â suicide!â
Her whining ensued, cowering away as Peter climbed the wall, letting the spider crawl into his hands despite her protest to use a napkin and cup instead.
It was a small common house spider with black and brown fuzz. She no longer bothered with words, only gagging as Peter observed the creature in the palm of his hand. Either way, he found the situation becoming increasingly hilarious as he cracked open the window and let the spider free.
With a yawn, he held out his hand to lead her to the bedroom, yet she refused, sputtering about washing them first.
âOh come on! You didnât mind a certain spiderâs hands on you last night.â
And with the flattening of her mouth, she rolled her eyes and took his hand. Although reluctantly and with a grimace on her face.
Who knew the beauty of mornings also included capturing spiders?
I cannot believe Jack Duquesne was framed for a murder, posted bail, showed up with a sword at the Christmas party organized by his ex-fiancĂŠe who framed him, was attacked my the tracksuit mafia, thought to himself "This is my time to shine!", and then proceeded to murder multiple members of the mob with said sword.
Unhinged behaviour, I'm so sorry I doubted you king đ.
i love that half of the current trending tags are marvel, specifically: gays for andrew garfield, gays for yelena belova, gays for eddie brock, gays for wanda maximoff, just all of the marvel gays
andrewâs peter constantly fumbling over his words and talking down on himself and saying goodbye to tobyâs peter with a peace sign like omg heâs so bi heâs just like me fr
thinking about how peter parker, a 17 year old kid with trauma and anxiety, has to grieve the death of his aunt (who was basically his only family member left) all alone because everyone heâs ever loved is either dead or has forgotten him. he couldnât even graduate high school with his best friends, his girlfriend doesnât know he exists, he has no friends, family or mentors left, he had to find an apartment and pass the ged all alone and heâs only a child. this is the reason why i will never know peace
