Moving Day… Kinda?
One shot #59 - and a part 2 to Dirty Laundry
Summary: The strange boy next door becomes a boyfriend, and somehow even stranger too....
Pairing: Peter Parker x gender neutral! Reader
Warnings: this takes place during Spiderman: Brand New Day - while it doesn't contain any direct spoilers, it does hint at them. Just in case you don't want any at all! - also it’s a bit fluffy for the themes or BND - I just think Peter deserves some smiles sometimes too 🥺🥺
A/N: And the motivations just keeppppp flowing! there was a request for part 2 to Dirty Laundry, so here we are!!!! Enjoy!!!!
"Can you pass me my shirt baby? And don't put it on first this time." You tease your boyfriend with a wink over your shoulder. He stares at you blankly for a moment, a sign that he thinks the joke has gotten old.
Peter sighs, walks across the small space and hands the shirt over to you with a smile. "You know, it's funny that you still say that, even though I've only worn any of your clothes once." He points out, leaning down to peck your lips.
"Hmm, yes, but y'know there's always a chance." You smirk back, pecking his own again.
For the past 6 months, the strange boy upstairs had been turned into your boyfriend. You went on multiple dates around the city, including - as he promised - going out dancing.
"I mean, I do have more clothes of my own, but most of them are all downstairs, which is just sooooo far away." You pout playfully.
Peter laughs with a coy smile, nodding in agreement. "It's a good thing you have a key to there and can grab anything you need whenever you need." He teases back.
Most of your nights and days off were spent at his place, and his were starting to be spent at yours.
"Ah yes, but for whatever reason, your bed is so much more comfortable than mine. Sleep like a baby in it too, maybe I'll have to take it back downstairs with me one day when you're busy." You giggle, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's sturdy frame.
To you, it made total sense to just move in together. But it was clearly not that simple. Peter still acted strange. He didn't always answer your calls, he had to leave at random times, and sometimes when he came back he would have bruises, a bloody lip or some other inexplainable injury of sorts.
All reasons of the above made you too nervous to ever directly bring up the subject, though god you wanted to so bad.
"I have to go handsome. But I'll see you after work? Dinner at my place?" You suggest, pulling the shirt over your head and smoothing it down neatly.
"Absolutely. I will call you later." He promises, leaning down for a more full kiss. You smile against his lips, returning the gesture.
"See you then Parker. And wearing your own pants this time." You throw in one last dig, waggling your fingers at him as he scoffs and you run out the door.
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That night...
He did not, in fact, call. All day.
After a long day at work, you had returned home, dropped your stuff and taken a shower. Your ringer was on for all of it, just anticipating the familiar ringtone of your boyfriend.
And yet, in all of those hours, the phone remained quiet. You even rebooted your phone twice incase it was some kind of a fluke. Still, there were no notifications, no voicemails, no rings.
Now, you sat in the living room to your apartment, already changed into your comfies and checking the clock again.
"Hey, Pete... it's me, again. I just want to know where you're at. Call me back or get your butt over here. Love you." You sigh into the phone, leaving a 3rd voicemail in the last half hour.
This was not normal, even for his weird. You were starting to get worried.
Just as you're about to start pacing again, you hear a key enter the door and you jump to face it just as Peter comes through the frame.
"Y/N, I am so sorry. I was on the train and it got stalled and took so long and I am just so sorry." He insists, holding up a bouquet of flowers in his hands towards you.
You let out a sigh of relief, taking a seat on the couch and raking your hands through your hair.
"Peter you had me so insanely worried. I mean you didn't even pick up your phone at all the past few hours and all I could think was the worst and... I don't know I was just worried." You sigh.
"I know. I promise, I know. I just had no signal. And couldn't get a hold of you!" He says, his words coming out of his mouth a little too fast for you to believe them.
"Peter I'm not dumb... I know there's something going on with you. Are you... are you actually doing drugs now? Are you seeing someone else? Please just tell me whatever it is that you are doing because I need some kind of explanation..."
"No Y/N! I promise, it is absolutely none of that! I would never!" He swears, kneeling down to your level on the floor.
"Then what is it Peter? Because I can't keep pretending that I don't notice how strange you've been acting since the day we met. I love you Peter, but I am not going to play dumb." You swear, looking him in the eyes to show him how serious you are.
"Ok the truth is... honestly it might be better if I just show you." He says, sounding tired, but not hesitant. You silently nod your head in agreement.
He softly takes your hand in his, pulling you both up to a stand with him.
Together you walk upstairs and into his apartment, where he stops in front of his closet.
"Before I show you this babe, you need to just... not freak out... just stay calm... ok?" He stammers.
"Are you hiding the fact that you have a bunch of my clothes in here, or that you're Hannah Montana?" You ask dryly. Peter blinks at you, clearly unamused. "Ok I'm sorry... I'm just nervous." You admit.
"Me too." He says under his breath.
Without another word, he opens the closet doors and turns on the light, pulling out a hanger.
You stare with wide eyes at what sits on the hanger, flashes of blue and red in your vision.
"Sooooo.... your secret is you're a really big spiderman superfan?" You ask, reaching out to run your hands over the fabric. "Or a spiderman impersonator? Or you stole his suit too?" You continue to guess.
"I- no. I'm... I am spiderman Y/N." He admits, glancing up at you to see your reaction.
You stifle a giggle. "Wow you really get into character." You tease, clearly trying to deflect everything.
"Oh for gosh sake-" Peter mutters an before you know it he's pulling on the suit.
"What are you..." You start, stopping in your tracks as he pulls the mask over his face and walks over to the window, yanking it open.
Before you can say another word, he wraps a strong arm around your waist and pulls you towards the open window, pulling you both through it and onto the fire escape.
You hardly have a moment to think before you're letting out a loud scream as you start flying through the air, tightening your grip on Peter so much that you know he'll have markings on him.
He goes in a few different directions, clearly knowing the routes well.
You go over water, around buildings, everything for a few blocks until finally he lands back on solid ground on the fire escape steps.
"Oh my god- OH MY GOD! All of the marks, all of the late times... OH MY GOD... I'm dating the Spiderman-" You babble, slowly releasing your hold on him and stepping back onto your feet.
Peter pulls of the mask, his face one of guilt.
"I wanted to tell you sooner. God, I wanted to take you for a ride like that a week into meeting you. But I've told people... in the past, I've told people. And, they got hurt... And I got hurt. And I lost those people. So I was scared to show you." He admits, pulling you tightly into his chest.
You still there, stopping your chatter to look up at him. He looks hurt. He looks scared.
"Peter, I was so worried about you. That's what this was. I thought you were into bad stuff, I thought that you were hurt. I never imagined it would be this amazing, heroic, selfless thing going on. It must be so hard for you to deal with this on your own... and here I thought my big problem of asking you to move in together was tough, and yet you're dealing with this whole dual personalities thing." You chatter, not realizing what you just let slip.
"Hang on... you've been worrying about us moving in together?" He asks, a smile touching his lips.
"Well yeah silly, that's what I was trying to talk to you about this morning. And I was finally going to ask you tonight, but... welll..." You gesture towards his suited-up self, and he chuckles.
A big, full smile touches Peters lips, which is apparently contagious because one touches yours too.
"Since I stole your thunder, I think I owe you this... us this actually." He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Will you move in here y/n? I love you, and I would love nothing more. I've got nothing more to hide from you, I promise." He says, holding both of your hands in his.
You giggle happily, pulling into a very tight hug with him. "Of course I will you spider-dork. But only if you promise not to steal my wardrobe when I do." You tease, letting out a full belly laugh as he playfully scowls at you.
"I only did that once Y/N. And I don't regret it, because it's how I met the most amazing roommate to be. I love you." He replies, and as he kisses you out on the fire escape of your new shared home, you can't help but wholeheartedly agree.
