❝ ALL MY WORKS FOR HUGH JACKMAN'S CHARACTERS :: other links of interest may be ⸻ main masterlist. intro post. requesting rules.
ᥣꪮgᥲᥒ hꪮᥕᥣꫀtt ( xmen 1, 2000 )
“ clingy cat ” logan howlett x reader fluff.
“ not that kind of kid ” logan howlett & reader platonic fluff hurt comfort ( sh tw !! )
“ earth angel ” logan howlett & angel! reader platonic fluff.
“ test tube baby ” logan howlett x wade wilson & tony stark & reader platonic fluff + crack.
“ drunken hours ” logan howlett x reader fluff.
marvel men in.. the first thing i look at a man is his heart!
marvel men in.. teen reader crying and only them being able to calm you down!
marvel men in.. having an overly cuddly gf!
marvel men in.. their gf loves their abs!
marvel men in.. shy! teen! reader clinging to them around strangers!
“ the space between heartbeats ” logan howlett x scott summers & reader platonic fluff hurt comfort.
just thinking about... putting a collar on the wolverine.
ᥕꪮɾ᥉t ! ᥣꪮgᥲᥒ hꪮᥕᥣꫀtt ( deadpool and wolverine, 2024 )
“ cub ” logan howlett & reader platonic fluff.
“ mine ” yandere! logan howlett & reader platonic fluff.
marvel men in.. the first thing i look at a man is his heart!
marvel men in.. teen reader crying and only them being able to calm you down!
marvel men in.. having an overly cuddly gf!
marvel men in.. their gf loves their abs!
marvel men in.. shy! teen! reader clinging to them around strangers!
“ beer belly ” logan howlett x reader smut.
ᦔꪮᠻρ ! ᥣꪮgᥲᥒ hꪮᥕᥣꫀtt ( days of future past, 2014 )
“ her majesty ” logan howlett x reader fluff.
᥉tᥲᥒᥣꫀᥡ jꪮᖯ᥉ꪮᥒ ( swordfish, 2001 )
nothing here yet!
ρꫀtꫀɾ ( the son, 2022 )
nothing here yet!
gᥲᖯɾเꫀᥣ ᥎ᥲᥒ hꫀᥣ᥉เᥒg ( van helsing, 2004 )
just thinking about.. gabriel van helsing and angel! reader.
just thinking about.. gabriel van helsing and angel! reader (p.ii).
ᥴhᥲɾᥣเꫀ kꫀᥒtꪮᥒ ( real steel, 2011 )
nothing here yet!
ᥣꫀꪮρꪮᥣd ( kate and leopold, 2011 )
nothing here yet!
sum. ✶ post-guardians!au, domestic life on earth with peter. it's implied that you're terran/younger than him. fluff, kissing, sex jokes. what i would give for him :(
"that's my shirt," peter quill says, squinting at you from the doorway. he leans against the frame, music playing from a radio in the background. you're sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the television, a grin threatening to break through your careful composure.
"i have no idea what you're talking about," you say, crossing your arms and refusing to meet his eyes.
"right," he says, a low drawl in his voice as he moves behind you, resting his chin on the top of your head. "your 'i ♡ milfs' shirt."
a giggle slips past your lips, and you lean into his touch. "it totally could be."
"'s fine. you look sexy in my clothes," he teases, ruffling your hair. you swat his hand away. "even more so when you're not in them."
he laughs as a blush creeps up your neck, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you should get a dilf one so i can steal it. i wanna represent."
"what? i literally don't even have kids—"
"yet. wait 'til i'm done with you."
quill grimaces, taking a half-step back. "i'm not liking the fact that there are two ways to take that. also, i ain't that old."
"is that a gray hair i see?" you gasp dramatically, your hands flying to your mouth.
his hands instantly shoot up to his head, his eyes wide with shock. "seriously? where?"
when he sees you wheezing for air, he tackles you down onto the cushions. you squeal as he tickles your sides, trying to kick him away. "p—peter! i'm sorry!" you yelp, and he finally lets go, dropping down beside you.
"that's what i thought," he says, a smug grin on his face. "besides, i doubt any old man can make those pretty little noises you do."
still catching your breath from his attack, you chuck a pillow at him. he catches it with ease, the smirk on his face growing wider. the radio buzzes with static before a new song kicks in, and his eyes light up with recognition. without warning, he pulls you up, and you stumble into his arms.
"you gonna dance with me?" he beams, giving you a cheesy smile.
"you gonna give me a choice?" you retort, but the smile on your own face gives you away.
"nah," he murmurs, his hands sliding around your waist and pulling you flush against him. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and you rest your head against his chest.
with his nose buried in your hair, he can smell your strawberry shampoo and the candied scent of your perfume. his heart rate quickens, but if you notice, you don't say anything. in your arms, he's never felt so safe. you're not so much dancing as you are swaying to a slow, steady rhythm.
you lift your head, looking up at him through your lashes. "hi," you murmur.
he echoes, "hi." he kisses you softly, not holding you delicately because you're fragile, but because you're sacred. he's not sure how deserving of that he is. you're a warmth against him that knocks all coherent thoughts from his head. you whisper, "i love you," against his lips, and he drinks the words up like a man who's been starved.
it gets rocky sometimes, but it's real. it's not perfect, but then again, he's found that the most beautiful things rarely are. to quill, loving you is the easiest thing he's ever done, because it feels like he was meant to do it all along.
Summary: Peter invited you, Ned and MJ over to spend the winter break at the Avengers Compound. During the time, you two finally confess after a kiss under the snowfall
Warnings: nothing
Word count: 847
Author's note: I know I'm late with many fics and I'm sorry for that. They're slowly coming, I'm working on them. I hope you will like it
Author's note2: not proofread. Also English is not my first language so maybe there will be mistakes.
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Finally, it was winter break in yours and Peter's high school. You and Peter became friends because of MJ so the four of you had many plans for the winter break. Peter even invited the three of you, MJ, Ned and you, to the Avengers Compound to spend the winter break there.
Happy picked the four of you up, on the last school day and he was the one who drove you to the Avengers Compound. Peter was sitting at the back seats in the middle, Ned to his left, you to his right and MJ was sitting at the passenger seat.
"I can't believe we will meet the Avengers and spend two whole weeks around them" Ned said excitedly
"It's really good. This was a good idea, Peter" MJ said as he looked back at Peter.
"Thanks" Peter said.
After you arrived to the Avengers Compound, Peter showed the three of you to his room, and you get the room next to his. Which meant you will be really close to him, while MJ and Ned are a little far from you.
But when Peter told you three where your rooms will be Ned and MJ shared a knowing look. They knew it was Peter who chose which room will be whose. They knew you two have feelings for each other, even if you both denied it every time, it was too obvious to everyone that there's more between you than friendship. You and Peter always acted like a couple, sometimes you even felt like he's your boyfriend but you two never acted on your feelings for real so you just stayed friends.
But for MJ and Ned, this winter break, that you were all together was an opportunity to get you two together, to finally make you admit your feelings to each other. They even had the perfect plan of how to do it. Actually, they had more than one plan in case some of their plans fail.
Today afternoon, Peter just showed you all around the Avengers Compound and most of the time went by with that. That night Peter lay awake in the bed for long hours, staring at the ceiling and thinking about you. Then as he turned his head and looked out of the window and he saw that it's snowing. Without thinking much, he jumped out of the bed and made his way to your room. He quietly opened the door and walked inside.
"Y/n" he called out quietly as he made his way to your bed where you were sleeping peacefully "Y/n" he called your name again this time a little louder as he gently shook you awake.
"What?" you asked sleepily "What time is it?"
"It's 2am" he answered.
"Then why did you wake me up?" you asked as you opened your eyes slowly.
"It's snowing" he said and it took minutes for you to register what he said but when you realized what he said, all the sleepiness disappeared from your eyes.
"Really?" you asked excitedly as you sat up in bed. You loved when it was snowing, and Peter knew it, that's why he woke you up.
"Yes, look" he said and pointed out of the window. When you see that he's right a huge smile appeared on your face. You jumped out of the bed and pulled him with you.
"Let's go outside" you said happily.
You two quickly put on shoes and a jacket then walked outside. You looked up and closed your eyes as the snowflakes hit your face. Meanwhile Peter's eyes were on you. He always thought you were beautiful but now, you were mesmerizing and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.
"You're so beautiful" he said and when you heard his words, you looked at him surprised. His eyes widened as he realized that he said it out loud.
"What?" you asked shocked. Did you hear him right or you are just imagining things now?
"I said you're beautiful" he repeated and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.
"Thank you" you whispered.
For minutes you just stared into each other’s eyes then you both moved closer, until only inches were between you two. His hands found their way on your waist and when you didn't push him away, he pulled you closer to his body. His eyes flickered down to your lips and when you noticed it, your breath hitched.
"I want to kiss you" he whispered.
"Then do it" you whispered.
You didn't have to say twice, he immediately closed the distance between you two and pressed his lips against yours. His lips were soft and sweet, and they fitted perfectly against yours. Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You only broke the kiss when you needed air, and he rested his forehead against yours.
"I really like you" he whispered. Now, it was obvious to you that he likes you, that's why his confession made you chuckle.
"I like you too" you whispered and it made him smile.
S: After a bad day at work, you get a lucky ride home from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-man x F! Black reader
Tw: Heights??/ Fluff
Word count: 5.3k
Notes: Reader is described as shorter than Peter; reader has a sister; parted hair is mentioned; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🕸️🕸️🕸️
It's a normal, bustling night in New York as people walk through the streets of Queens. The sun set a while ago but through a window, a person could still hear civilians revving engines, honking horns, or cursing out someone who almost hit them in the crosswalk. A typical night in the city you live in. It's on a relatively basic night like this, that you meet spiderman for the first time.
“Yeah, I'll be right there. Yeah, I missed my bus so I'm taking the street.” You softly speak into your phone, explaining to your sister the reason you're not home from work yet. You glance around while she lists off all the ways she wants you to watch yourself. You knew this way home like the back of your hand, and it's pretty much the safest one, surrounded by families and the elderly, but that didn't mean you didn't keep your head on a swivel like usual.
“Yeah, okay. Yeah, I've got my mace. Ok, see you in a minute. Ok. Love you too. Bye.” You end the conversation and hang up, before putting your phone in your pocket. You sigh deeply and continue your walk, no earbuds in for safety reasons, just the sounds of traffic and the puddles underneath your feet keeping you company on your way back. With nothing else to keep you busy, you do the exact thing you didn't want to do, and run over the course of your day in your head.
You'd had a pretty awful shift at work. It must've been “be a jerk to customer service employees” day and you hadn't gotten the memo or something, because the amount of pissy customers there were today caught you off guard. So of course you were more than ready to go home when it was time to clock off, right before it's time to clean up and close the store, as planned. You scheduled your hours this way on purpose because you hate cleaning with other people, and because your BUS doesn't run that late. This is what you told your manager, when she gave you some bullshit reason for having to leave early and why you had to stay and close up instead of her. You should have set her straight right then, manager or not, but as per usual, you just stewed angrily and cussed her out in your head for the next two hours while wiping counters. You're caught up in your thoughts when someone suddenly shoves past you with their shoulder,forcing you to stumble out of their way.
“Watch where you're going!” the guy practically spits at you and walks off without even giving you a second glance. He doesn't even give you a chance to respond, but it's not like you would have anyway. Instead you just suck your teeth loudly and toss an irritated glare at him over your shoulder. After all, you're not all bark and no bite. You've got enough in you to give someone a nasty look, maybe even venomous depending on what they did, but for some reason any comebacks you can think of only come to you long after the person is gone.You shake your head and are about to continue on your way when you hear a loud “thwip”, and a surprised shriek. Just when you're about to glance back to see what happened, there's the sound of feet roughly landing on the pavement in front of you.
“Yo! It's not nice to push people, man!” You turn back towards the voice, and right in front of you is spiderman, looking over your head while continuing to berate the guy behind you. You stand there stunned for a moment while the two men argue, your mouth slightly parted.
“What the hell man!? Let me out of this!” The stranger shouts while struggling, and you turn around to see that he's now uncomfortably strapped to the wall beside the street, with a large spider web. His arms are up in an awkward position and the tips of his feet are just barely grazing the ground. It looked embarrassing, and there was no way there wouldn't be a group of teenagers taking pictures of him soon, but hey, the guy deserved it.
“Actually, I think I'll let you stay there for a while! Maybe give you a chance to learn some manners!” Spiderman calls back casually before finally directing his reflective eyes down at you. You just glance back up at him for a short moment in disbelief. In the few years since you first saw Spiderman on TV, you've never once seen the hero in person. Maybe you're always looking down at your phone whenever he swings by or something, because somehow you always miss his amazing feats. There could be news about him stopping crime on the exact street you take to school, at the exact time you get out of your last class, and you'll still only find out about it after you step inside your front door. Now he was standing in front of you, tonight of all nights, and he's taller than he looks in the videos.
“Are you okay?” He huffs breathlessly after his little back and forth with the guy from earlier, the wide eyes of his mask staring down at you expectantly. You blink a few times before stuttering a bit and dusting your jacket off.
“Oh uh- yeah I'm fine. He didn't knock me over or anything.” You mumble absentmindedly while looking down at and straightening your already straight clothes. You don't know why you're acting so skittish. Spiderman isn't a celebrity or anything but he is extremely well known at this point. Maybe that's why it feels kind of surreal that he's speaking to you so casually. That, and you're a bit of a fan of Spiderman despite never seeing him in person, always finding yourself keeping up with his latest acts of heroism.
“Well no- I meant-.” Spiderman says before pausing and tapping at his eyes. You just pause for a moment before finally noticing your stiff cheeks and the tears drying on them.
“What the hell? How did I not realize I'd been crying?” You frown, genuinely confused. It must've been when you were thinking about how you let your manager get away with treating you like a shag carpet. You don't have anything to clean your face with, except for a few small packs of wet wipes in your purse, and you don't want to imagine what that would do to your skin.
“Yeah! I uh- was swinging by and noticed you. You looked pretty lost in thought, so I wasn't gonna say anything but. Y'know, spiderman makes time for all civilians, even- crying ones.” He rambles on, and how awkward it comes out makes you smile a little. You never would've thought that spiderman could kind of, well,word vomit. He always looks so put together in his videos, aside from the compilation of times he's fallen or swung into something.
“No, I'm fine really! Thank you. And for dealing with that guy too! If you hadn't done anything I probably would've just complained about him with my sister later.” You joke after glancing back at the man again. Spider man just nods with his arms crossed.
“I get it, not the confrontational type. Me neither.” He sighs, and you tilt your eyebrows slightly, because his actions just now and a few of the videos you've watched definitely contradict that statement. After a moment you begin to fidget a little, not entirely sure of what else to say to Spider-Man, but not wanting to end your conversation with him either. Who knows when you'll get a chance like this again. The next time would probably have to be when there's some sort of danger, and you're not necessarily looking forward to that, especially not after that horrifying lizard incident when you were in highschool. That had been the first time you saw him, watching your TV in awe while clinging to your mom. He notices your discomfort and jumps to make conversation, not necessarily ready to leave you on your own either.
“So um- are you on your way home? I don't think I've seen you in this neighborhood before.” He asks you before coolly leaning on the wall beside him. He really hopes you actually wanted him to continue the conversation, and that he's not just awkwardly holding you hostage now. You brighten up when you look back up at him though, so you can bet he's inwardly patting himself on the back for making the right choice.
“Yeah,that's probably because I usually take the bus through here. I don't normally walk down this street.” You respond while looking around,noticing the sudden absence of families and the elderly. This is the safest route you know, but it's also significantly later than when you'd usually walk through here, around 11 at night now. Spiderman must've noticed the lack of people too because the thing he says next catches you off guard.
“Do you want a ride?” He asks you casually and you look back over at him.
“A ride?” You ask, confused. From what you've seen, no one's ever posted about a spider mobile or anything of that sort. How would he give you a ride home? Spiderman just nods easily before looking up at the buildings around you.
“Yeah! Y'know, you wrap your arms around me, I wrap my arm around you, and fwip fwip!” He makes a small swishing sound and mimics the way he shoots his webs. You look at him with a dumb face, before finally processing what he was offering.
“You're saying you're going to swing me home?!” You gasp, your voice echoing in the empty neighborhood. Spiderman nods casually, this being something he does pretty often. Well, not that often but he's done it with a girlfriend or two, or one. He doesn't swing people around that often.
“Are you sure that's okay? Don't you have to uh- patrol or something like that?” You ask wearily. Swinging while in the arms of New York’s own Spider-Man is something you daydream about an embarrassing amount, but that didn't mean you wanted to take up his time.
“Well I'd offer to walk you home. But swinging’s faster. And! That high in the air, I can patrol at the same time. It's a win win.” He quickly says while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to appear cool about it. You just falter, at a loss for words. What was happening? You've not only run into and spoken to spiderman, a person you've only ever seen on camera,but now he's asking you if you want him to swing you through the city? All in the same night? How had this day turned around so drastically? You're still lost in thought when spider man speaks up again.
“Besides, I can't let a civilian walk around an empty neighborhood by herself can I? Not at this time of night.” He adds softly and reaches his hand out. After a moment more of contemplating, you sigh. You'd had a horrible day and your favorite hero was offering to take you home. Your friends would only clown you if you missed this chance by acting timid again, overly considerate, and you'd beat yourself up over it too. Besides, you glance around at the dark neighborhood. What could be safer than a personal escort home from the webbed hero himself?
“ I guess you can't. Thank you.” You say and accept the hand he has stretched towards you. Spiderman takes your hand before gently leading it to wrap around his shoulders, and you're surprised by how warm his hands are even through his gloves. You wrap your other arm around him, and nervously start to wonder how this was going to work. The masked hero was taller than he looked in the videos, and you had to reach a little just to get a half decent grip around his shoulders. There's no way you're not flying into a late night hot dog stand like this. As if he read your mind, spiderman suddenly starts to shuffle a bit.
“One second, let's just get a better grip here.” He mutters quietly, and you make a startled sound when he suddenly squats a little lower than you, his chin grazing your chest, before wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you slightly higher. With the sudden movement and the new height difference, you reflexively wrap your arms tighter around him.
“Oh lord, this is really happening.” You practically cry in your head, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest when it sinks in that you're going to be hundreds of feet in the air in a short moment. After a quick little bounce, just to secure you a little higher, spider man finally looks at you.
“Alright. You ready?” He huffs and watches you nervously glance around at the ground, as if you're already flying through the air. You sigh before meeting the reflective eyes of his masks, pausing when you find reassurance in them somehow, and finally nod.
“Yeah, I'm ready.” You exhale and finally find the courage to look up at the buildings and night sky above you. Spiderman takes a breath too, the quick pounding of your heart against his collarbone making him slightly nervous, even if he's confident that he won't drop you.
“Alright. Here we go!” He huffs, and you hold your breath as he takes a running start, before shooting a web. He latches it to a building and with a leap and a yank of his arm, you both spring into the air. You had built the courage to look up but the moment you feel that drop in your stomach from the rise in altitude, you yelp and hide your face between spider man's neck and shoulder, squeezing your arms even tighter around him. You must be strangling the poor man at this point, but if he feels any discomfort, the masked hero doesn't say anything. For at least four more lifts and swings, you're crouched tightly against spider man's side, hoping that this Roller Coaster drop simulator would end quickly. There's nothing but the wind in your ears and the small noises you make whenever you both drop before catching another web, until he suddenly clears his throat.
“ I uh- probably should have asked this sooner but-! Where am I taking you exactly!?” He calls out above all the noise, grunting in between words whenever he has to yank your combined weight back into the air. That's right, you'd been too busy trying to keep your guts out of your throat to tell him where your apartment is. You're about to pull away from his shoulder the smallest bit to answer him, when your home training suddenly reminds you that you're about to tell a random man, even if he is a hero,your address. Still, if there's ever an emergency, it wouldn't hurt for spiderman to know what window to hop through.
“uuh- itS- ugh. That one apartment complex by the sandwich- shop on 5th Ave!” You utter miserably, trying to hold it together while also avoiding looking at the buildings sweeping by.
“Oh ok yeah! I know where you're talking about!” He calls back and you're ready to tuck back into your hiding spot against his neck when he speaks up again.
“You know! It's alright! I won't drop you! You can open your eyes!” He shouts and you squint your eyes open a little.
“I'm sorry?!” You yell back, trying to talk more towards his collarbone rather than screaming directly into his ear. You still keep your eyes open as lightly as possible, not sure if you can stomach watching the buildings swing by. Spider man holds you just a little tighter when he swings from a higher building than the ones you've taken so far, and you try to stifle another borderline inappropriate sound the best you can. What can you do when it feels like you're on the pirate ship ride at six flags,though? It's either restrained, yet slightly weird sounding yelps, or downright screeching in the man's ear, as if you really are on a roller coaster ride. Spiderman glances over at you before swinging again.
“Open your eyes! I promise the view is worth it! You'll love it!” he tries to convince you and you suck your teeth, thinking about it.
“Uh!” your voice wavering as you try to dredge up some courage. You're still contemplating when you feel spider man turn his head. You look up at him and find that his wide, reflective eyes are on you.
“I've got you. Trust me.” Spiderman reassures you again, and you pause. You search his eyes for a moment, and again even though they shouldn't, they almost have a comforting look to them. You both gaze at one another until you take a deep breath. After one more, you close your eyes tight and turn your head towards the front of you both.
“Ok!” you call out, with your eyes still closed. The wind is cold against your ears, and you can even feel it blowing through your hair you messily parted before work this afternoon. You can't see it but you can tell spiderman brightens up.
“Ok?! Yeah! Alright let's go!” he yells excitedly before latching onto another building and preparing to lift you both to an extremely tall one, one that'll give you the best view. He holds you close as you both drop for a moment, building momentum for the swing.
“You ready?!” He pants with excitement while giving your side an encouraging squeeze. After a deep breath, you nod and wrap your arms tighter around spider man's shoulders, squishing the side of your face against his jaw, something you wouldn't normally do to a stranger. This isn't a normal situation though.
“Ok! Here we go!” He cheers before whooping loudly and yanking you both into the air, the force making you groan. You squeeze your eyes shut, until you feel everything coming to halt. When you open them, you and spiderman are both suspended in the air above the buildings. A gasp leaves you and it feels like time stands still, with your jacket rising around you, as well as your bag. You're only able to take in the stretch of lights around you for a short moment before you feel your bodies start to drop. The view is quickly overtaken by buildings again, and you're still out of breath when spiderman sticks to the side of a nearby building. He makes a makeshift perch out of his knee for you to sit on, and despite that being something you'd usually be embarrassed about, you're too stunned to care right now.
“Are you alright? I'm sorry that was too much wasn't it?” Spiderman apologizes breathlessly as he straightens your jacket a little, your silence making him anxious. Maybe he had gone too high? You finally blink yourself out of your daze, bracing yourself against his shoulder.
“No- I-! That was incredible!” You huff, still not entirely over the sight you just saw. It was like looking out an airplane window, but without any, well, security or walls. Spider-Man just looks at your bright eyes and wild appearance, and bursts out laughing. You aren't aware of how wind blown you look so you just continue.
“No really! It was like-! And I couldn't-! You know?” You flounder illiterately as your extensive vocabulary flies out the window. You look at him to see if he was grasping what you're saying and Spiderman laughs again, finding it cute how quickly your opinion about this whole thing had changed. It was also nice that you seemed to be in a way better mood than before.
“Yeah! No, I get exactly what you're saying! The feeling is surreal. I felt it when I went swinging for the first time too.” He agrees with you, your excitement rubbing off on him. You finally feel your heart beat start to decelerate. It was for such a short time but in that brief moment in the air, you felt completely weightless, your day at work completely forgotten. You look over at him again and Spider-Man’s holographic eyes widen when they meet your gaze.
“I've thought this ever since that night in high school but, you really are so incredible.” you sigh and unconsciously search for eyes that you can't see. But spiderman can see yours perfectly, and the awe you're looking at him with, makes his heart speed up unexpectedly. You both gaze at each other for a moment longer before spiderman remembers to catch his breath and clears his throat.
“So um-. Are you ready to go again? I've uh- still got to deliver you home safely.” He jokes while laughing a little towards the end. You blink before situating your arms back around his shoulders. He wraps his arm back around your waist and you squeeze him a little more securely before bracing yourself.
“Yeah, I'm ready.” You huff and Spiderman springs off of the building and you both descend towards the ground before he shoots a web, swinging away with you in his arms. He whoops and you scream the entire way.
***
If someone listened hard enough, they'd hear laughing and talking from the top of a certain building.
“No but really that was such an underrated movie, and all because the animation was different.” You say around the last bite of the hotdog from the stand that's always parked on your street. Spiderman scoffs and shakes his head before impressively tossing his crumpled foil into a trash can on the street 90 feet below you. You'd whistle if you knew how to do it properly.
“Some people can't appreciate anything beyond aesthetics.” He sighs profoundly, and how dramatic it is makes you laugh, causing him to join in too. After gazing out at the city for a short while longer, you ball up your hot dog wrapper and stand up, making spiderman look up before standing too. You stuff the trash in your pocket to throw away later and sigh wistfully.
“Welp, I should probably head inside now. My sister has been blowing up my phone for the last 10 minutes.” You exhale while rocking on your heels and glancing over at the door that leads to the stairs of your building, not entirely ready to end this incredible night.You really should've gone inside the moment you both arrived, but when the masked hero offered to buy you something to eat, you couldn't say no. It was rare enough that you'd actually met him in person today after never being able to catch a glimpse of him before, so you know it's not likely you'll get this chance again. It only makes it worse that he turned out to be much nicer than you ever imagined through his videos. Spiderman just nods his head and swings his arms a bit.
“Yeah of course! And just tell her that spiderman held you up, if you need a way out of a lecture or something.” He responds, making you both laugh for the nth time tonight. You hum and nod your head.
“Will do. So uh- thank you for taking me home tonight, I appreciate it. Honestly, I've wanted to meet you since I first saw you in high school.” You chuckle quietly and sigh.
“I guess people aren't always right when they say never meet your heroes huh?” You say softly and glance at him one more time, making his reflective eyes widen again, before finally turning on your heel and making your way towards the door. Spiderman just stands still until you call out one more time.
“ Goodnight Spider-Man! Thanks again!” You call from the door and it snaps him out of his little daze.
“No problem! And watch yourself on the way to your door too! People are crazy!” He adds quickly and you shout back a distant ‘Yes sir!’, that makes him grin. Even after the door has closed Peter continues to smile to himself, replaying your conversations in his head as he walks off the building with a jig in his step. He never would've expected that he'd run into you tonight. Despite sharing a class with you and noticing you on your way home sometimes, Peter has never spoken to you, as himself or as Spider-Man. He's had a small crush on you for a little while now, nothing huge, just enough that he notices if you've got on a new outfit or if you missed class, but after the way things ended with Gwen before she moved, he doesn't plan on acting on it. That was never a good idea. He swings for a while longer before pausing for a second once he notices he's passing the street you both were on what felt like hours ago.
“She might need a swing home again though, who knows?” He thinks to himself as he walks over to the unruly civilian he webbed up earlier, still stuck to the wall. Maybe that manager you told him about will flake on you again, making you miss your bus and walk down this street. No, that wasn't likely. He's never seen you walk down this street before now so why would it happen again? It wasn't right to look forward to seeing you like that anyway. After scolding the guy one more time after letting him go, Peter swings back up to the building he was patrolling from. Sure, he was drawing in his sketchbook too but he was mostly watching and listening. He doodles with the noise of New York as his ambiance, and soon there's a tiny, no effort doodle of you in the corner of his page. He scribbles mindlessly on already sketched lines as he thinks of you.
“I can at least say hello in the hallway or something.” He ponders quietly as he adds little coils to your simplified hair, to stand as the curls that had escaped your parts when you both were swinging.
An intense yawn leaves you as the last few minutes of class tick by, with your instructor( who insisted on being called professor despite running a poorly taught class at a small community college) talking about a topic you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You couldn't get much sleep after your amazing encounter with spiderman last night. All you could do is run over the entire ordeal in your head over and over. Which you think you would've been tired of doing after relaying the story to your sister and all your friends about a hundred times, enough for them to get sick of it anyway. You're in the middle of skipping through the songs on your phone when you finally notice other students getting up to leave. Technically you didn't have to stay for your instructor's rambling but it always felt too rude to just get up and leave in the middle of them talking. While stuffing your binder back into your backpack, two classmates you'd consider friends walk up to you while chatting.
“Y/n are you going to the student store? Let's go together, I want some of those fruit snacks!” one of them says while leaning a hand on your desk. The other sits at the desk beside you, a desk belonging to a guy named Peter. Now that you think about it, he'd rushed out of class a while ago and hasn't come back. Maybe he had an emergency. You contemplate grabbing his backpack for him, noticing he'd left it behind, but decide not to. How would you even give it back to him? What if he comes back for it after you left?
“Y/n?” Your classmate calls your name again since you hadn't answered them, making you snap out of your thoughts. You quickly stuff the rest of your things in your bag.
“Oh yeah. I don't know you guys. They haven't changed what they stock in a while now. ‘M getting kind of tired of that stuff.” You hum while grabbing your purse and phone.
“Then just walk with us over there.” Your other classmate suggests and the three of you make your way out into the hall.
Peter weaves through the crowd of people leaving their classes for the day. He had spent way too much time dealing with that bank robbery. If he had just left after webbing them up instead of taking the time to bother them, he would've gotten back in time. Now he's going to miss the chance to talk to you-.
You run into a solid chest the moment you step out of the door, hard, because the person in front of you was rushing.
“Oh man! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry are you alright!?” Peter gasps after almost bulldozing over you. You're busy holding your nose and Peter is trying to catch a glimpse of your face to make sure you're not bleeding, when you both notice that you're talking to the person you were just thinking of.
“Oh Peter. I was wondering if you were coming back to class. Your backpack is still over at your desk.” you report once you realize who you're talking to. Peter just pauses and looks at you for a second. It's crazy that he's seen you plenty of times before today but just because of your half an hour long interaction yesterday, things felt different. He almost felt a little naked without his suit on, like you'd recognize him right away.
“Peter?” You ask him again and he finally remembers to human. He blinks a few times before nodding his head.
“Oh. Yeah. Yeah I had to go take care of something, but thanks. For looking out I mean.” He says hurriedly before letting out a sheepish laugh. He looks up at you with a cute smile that unexpectedly makes your heart stutter a little. This being the first time you've looked at him longer than the time it takes for him to answer a question, or slide past your desk. You blink and shrug casually.
“ Oh nah, it's no problem. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?” You say goodbye as your friends start to walk off ahead of you, seeing one of their other classmates.
“Yeah of course, see you later.” He responds and you give him a small smile before walking to meet up with your friends. Peter watches you for another second before turning to walk into the classroom. The two of you had so many conversations yesterday and now it was odd to exchange more than a few words. He can't do it though. Can't attempt to interact with you more outside of his suit. It would only lead to unavoidable problems that he'd rather not deal with again. Peter stops in the doorway to the classroom and taps at the frame with his finger.
“Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.” He chants in his head as his feet stay planted to the spot in front of the door.
“Hey y/n!” You hear Peter call you right as you're about to step out into the quad. You peer back and see him jog up to you. When you look at him with big, questioning eyes he sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair.
“Sorry, but could you tell me the assignments for tonight? I missed them earlier.” He asks you with an adorable smile, and just like that, things are on the course to change, for better or for worse.
🕸️A/n: I can't believe I finally finished this, I started it in June last year. I told myself I'm gonna finish all the fics I want to read this year, no matter how long and complicated, and I'm already off to a great start. Super proud of myself. This is my first post on this blog so, thanks for reading!🕸️🕸️🕸️
The warm, twinkling string lights provided enough light to illuminate the dance floor, the surroundings tables finally empty and the sound of the music echoing off the walls. The last bit of excitement could be heard distantly as the last few guests made their way to their cars.
Your first dance song played again, much lower and soft, as you and Peter shared one more dance together. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, essentially just hugging tightly as you swayed to the music.
"Mrs. Parker," her whispered, lips practically on your neck with how close he needed wanted to be to you.
"Mr. Parker," you hummed back softly, giggling immediately after the formality left your lips.
This was a long time coming, decades of being friends, years of dating, and what felt like an eternity of engagement and wedding planning. It truly could have been any better though, beyond thrilled with how every little detail and quirk of the night had went.
"Can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, almost to himself more than you, "Childhood dream come true."
You couldn't help but feel your body warm at his words, "Peter, you had me before we were even married."
"I know," he pressed a kiss to the skin of your neck before moving so he could look you in the eye, "But now, no one can deny it, and you never have to doubt if I'm yours or not."
You smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Peter, my sweet, we have always been each others."
summary: one thing led to another and the argument you had with peter a couple weeks ago put a rift in your relationship, when spiderman comes in unannounced at your pit party, it only opens a door to two idiots finding their peace with one another.
genre: angst, ex-friends(ish) to lovers, fluff
word count: 3.2k+
note: this is just a blurb i wrote bc nothing is working out for me rn so i needed to destress with this fine ass man
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As much as it was difficult to discern between the glossiness of your eyes and the blurry skylines of Queens, you really wanted to guess it was tears that were causing this.
The wind was biting and unforgiving, and although you had initially thought it would be this chilly, there was a whole new set of emotions that sent your body in a rigid form.
There was a box of pizza next to you, and even if your stomach rumbled, you knew you couldn't hold the food down for long.
With the air that rushed past your ears and the erratic thumping in your weak chest, you missed the little thump that came from behind you.
"Whoa..." Your shoulders froze at the voice, "You're not um," You whipped your neck around, mouth falling open in surprise when you saw who it was, "You're not thinking of jumping, are you?"
Despite his wide popularity, especially around your area, you had never seen the hero before, and seeing spiderman up close was definitely much more intimidating than you thought it would be.
He was clad in his infamous red suit, though his voice was certainly much deeper than you expected it to be. Perhaps even fake? It sounded far too low for any normal human being.
You felt your cheeks heating up in his presence regardless, embarrassed that the celebrated hero found you in such a vulnerable state, and you quickly swatted at your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.
"I-" You paused, not knowing if you should bow or courtesy or shake his hand, and you suddenly felt your mouth running dry as you continued to just stare at him, "Mr, um, spiderman? It's such an honor, oh god, if only my friends were here, oh wow..." You trailed off, rambling as you paced back and forth, heartbeat picking up as you stuttered to a stop.
"No! I'm not um," You suddenly remembered his original question as you glanced behind you, to the ledge you were sitting on, and gulped, "Not thinking of j-jumping."
His little eyes narrowed and you took a step back, picking at your nails as you nervously looked back at him, not knowing what you should do.
You watched in silence as he gazed around you, noting the little blankets you had laid out, the pizza box left untouched, the little cupcakes you had made earlier, the laptop whose screen faded to black after some time of no use, and you could almost see the questioning in his spider-eyes.
Peter, in all his glorious honesty, didn't know why he was here.
From the way it had been going the past couple of weeks, it seemed that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. The arguing had gotten to such a point he genuinely questioned if you could even stand being in the same room as him, let alone spend quality time together.
But he knew you too well, your apartment building too well, and seeing your frame on that rooftop worried a part of him he never knew was there.
Aside from your awkward shuffling, it seemed that you were either nervous from him being here, or just not expecting any company guessing on the layout, but a part of him itched, no, ached to speak with you again, even if it wasn't on knowing terms.
You, however, half expected him to leave, seeing that his hero duty was out of the way. If you weren't going to jump, then he'd have no use being here. But he seemed quite intent on staying if his awkward posture said anything about it.
"That's um, that's good," He faltered when he saw you looking at him, quickly glancing somewhere else as he tried to think of logical reasoning behind you being up here.
"Are you havin' a party up here or something?" He finally asked after a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence.
You must have had a shockingly surprised look on your face for the little laugh that escaped his lips, and you gave him a small smile, and then a nod.
"Yeah, um, actually," You rubbed the back of your head as you looked at the pitiful scene, "Can't say it's been such a success, though," You gave a sad snort, kicking some little pebbles aside as you waited for him to respond again.
He began walking around a bit, scooping out the rooftop as he looked over his shoulder, waiting for you to explain.
"What's the party for?" You watched intently, deciding whether or not to tell the famous hero the truth, but you figured this would be the last you'd be seeing of him, so you shrugged, sitting down near the ledge as you rested your chin on your elbows, peering out into the skyline as you answered.
"My birthday," You sighed, trying your best to bit back the tears you had so terribly fought against the past hour, "But uh," You gnawed on your lip from keeping it from wobbling, "Not many people showed up if I'm being honest."
Unbeknownst to you, since your back was to him, Peter stopped instantly upon your words, heart freezing in his chest as he watched your breathing become a bit ragged.
No, it couldn't have been today. It had to have been in a couple weeks, it had to be, but as he counted the days down in his head he could only come to one faithful number.
"So," He clenched his fists, grateful that you couldn't see him, "Who came?" Please, he prayed, let Gwen have to remember to come.
You took in another shaky breath, really hoping that the masked hero had terrible hearing as you shrugged, quickly wiping at your eyes as you harshly bit your cheek.
"Nobody," You breathed roughly through your nose, "But it's okay, actually," You looked back at him, trying to look your strongest as you pointed to the pizza and cupcakes, "I'll probably just celebrate with my parents when they come back from their trip." You felt your voice get quieter and quieter in embracement. Eventually, you just shut up as you let the roar of car honking take over.
For once, he was grateful you didn't know of his identity. It helped him a bit by looking like less of a dick as he slowly approached you, still formulating the words to make up for his unmasked counterpart.
"Well, they're all terrible friends, then," He said carefully, calculating your response.
Even so, he didn't want to blame her for a mistake that was his fault. He knew he should have taken the blame for the falling out you had a while ago, but his ego was far too big to accept something like that.
So instead, he just brought you down with him, when he knew damn well it wasn't your fault.
But instead, curse your evergrowing heart, you let out a soft giggle, rubbing your nose to hide the snot as he crouched down a bit further from you.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed you'd be spending your birthday with the spiderman. Even if you were crying your eyes out in front of him, it felt a little better to be with someone than to be alone.
"It's kinda on my end, if I'm being honest," You admitted, giving a wet chuckled as you glanced at his mask, gnawing on our bottom lip as you decided if you should tell him the truth.
"Oh?" Peter wanted to know more, who you wanted to blame, but spiderman just had to act curious, and a part of him felt terrible for lying to you like.
In all your years of knowing you, you've never done anything to deliberately hurt him. Push him sometimes, sure, but that's what your friendship was. Cheesy jokes, lame movie jabs, and hours spent struggling over chemistry homework because the teacher just refused to hold any office hours.
"Yeah," You heaved out another sigh, turning around as you leaned back on the bricks, "I haven't really been speaking to them, but..." You trailed off, deep in thought. You knew the texts went through, so it was only up to them to ignore it.
You hoped, in a sense, that this would reconcile things between your group. You could count on a singular hand how many times this had happened before, and you really tried your best to use things you knew they liked to get them to ease up a bit.
"It's no excuse for them not to come. They're your friends," He firmly said in his deep voice, and despite his serious tone, you let out another laugh, stopping instantly when you felt as though you were disrespecting him.
His eyes narrowed again, but under his mask, he felt his lips quirk up in a small smile, thankful to have made you laugh somehow, even if it was indirectly caused.
"What?" He questioned, but even then, it might have been the ain you felt or just how tired you were from everything, you chortled again.
"I'm sorry, it's just that," You pointed weakly to his mask, "Your voice is a bit, well," You bit your lip, thinking of the right worm "Distorted."
Peter grinned, shifting his posting so that he was crossing his knees, facing you as he shrugged, playing with the hem of the blanket as he answered.
"Can't have ya' bumping into me on the street and recognizing me by voice, that's just a hassle for me to clean up," He really hoped you could tell that he was teasing despite his messed up tone, but your chest rumbled as you let out a stronger laugh, still stuffy from your crying, but still, improvement.
"Threatening to kill an innocent citizen? Surely that can't look good on your record," You joked back and he let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Not kill," His hands bumped your shoe on accident as he situated himself more comfortably on the floor, "There are more ways to make someone quiet." Peter truly knew none of them.
And just like that, you and Peter fell into your little playful banter, and after he wondered why he felt so full after being so empty these past couple of weeks, and with a solemn, guilty look at you, he knew why.
"Do you want some pizza?" You offered randomly, and almost wanted to bury yourself deep in a pile of sand for even speaking.
"Pizza?" His head turned to the box as if he'd never heard the word before.
"Yeah," You shrugged, "It's a bit cold though. But for everything you do for New York, you can have a slice, as long as you promise not to kill me when you see me on the street," You sent him a little wink and behind the mask, Peter wanted to hide his face in his hands for blushing.
"You sure?" He was hesitant in even asking the question. What would you think if you knew it was him under that mask? Surely you wouldn't offer the pizza to the Peter you knew.
"Yeah, f'course," You pushed the box to him, and then your little tupperware of cupcakes as well, "You can have some of these if you'd want, too."
His hands faltered over the box.
"Really?" It felt wrong eating this food. This had to be crossing some sort of friendship, ex-friends, on the brink, whatever the two of you were, line.
"Take as many as you'd like," You assured him as you pushed them in his direction, ducking your face in your hands, entirely angeling your back towards him as he stopped his movements.
"What are you doing?" He asked and you felt your brows furrow at the obvious question.
"Giving you privacy, of course," You responded as if it was the only explanation.
He chuckled, shaking his head as you peaked over at the ground, only for him to be peering back up at you, and you let out a quiet yelp.
The bottom of his mask was lifted up, and you could only see his mouth and the tip of his nose as he waved to you.
"Thankfully you can stare at me all you want, this mask can be detached." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words, especially now that you could actually hear his real voice.
"You are aware that I now know what you sound like, right?" You tilted your head to the side, and almost laughed when the pizza stopped right at his mouth, and you heard him let out a quiet shit before he went back to eating.
After he was done chewing, and gulped dryly, trying to see if you knew who he really was.
"Guess I'll just have to take you out now," He went for a cupcake, noting that it was chocolate, your least favorite flavor, and as he looked at you he wondered why you would have ever made these for your birthday.
"Gonna kill me on my birthday?" You rested your head back, looking up at the cloudy sky as you let out a deep breath, taking into account the sounds of happiness he made when he bit into the sweet.
"Nah," You peeked at him, seeing the little chocolate crumbs that cornered his lips and smiled, "I told 'ya; there are more ways than just one."
You feel your hands balling into fists the more he ate, almost feeling like throwing the laptop at his head if it wasn't for the damage that would follow in suit.
"Hey, Pete?" You asked, testing out your suspicion the moment you heard him speak.
"Yeah?"
His second cupcake fell from his hand as he slowly looked up, eyes widening as a look of fury overtook your features, standing up quickly as you stalked away, almost running as you tried to get to the stairs.
"H-hey! Wait up! Y/n!" You heard him calling your name, the sound getting closer and closer until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, gently tugging you back.
You didn't expect to bump right into his chest, looking up and see his bare face, brown eyes filled with worry, hair falling into his face as he tried to carefully hold you down.
"Get off me!" You yelled, pushing his hands aside in a weak attempt as you felt new waves of tears rolling in, a new feeling flooding your veins, your brain, your heart as yous tared up a somebody you thought you had never before until tonight.
He'd never told you? Had he told Gwen? Aunt May? Why didn't he come? This had to be why he'd always show up to class with poorly-covered bruises on his face and say they came from slipping on the stairs. The questions shakily flooded your thoughts as Peter tried his best to stop you from squirming around.
"Y/n, come on, please give me a se-" You stopped, sending him a deathly looking glare as he ducked his head in shame.
"What are you thinking?" You seethed, pushing against his chest as you assessed his uniform, "Spiderman, really? Pete y-you can't be a hero right now, you're too young! It's so dangerous! A-and you have school! A-and May!" You yelled, walking wildly around as you gripped your scalp in defiant anger.
"Y/n..." He followed you around, but you shook your head, pointing a finger into his chest as you tried to wipe at your eyes to hide your weakness from him.
"God, fuck you, Peter! You stop talking to me for weeks and then show up hours after I texted you to come?" He felt his resolve shatter as your lips wobbled.
"Do you hate me? Just say it, please, I-I can't do this anymore!" You threw your hands up, going back to gnawing on your nails as you paced around, "You always flake on me, but then I see you hanging out with Gwen hours later and I just feel so stupid..." You stopped shaking and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, feeling your cheek pressed against his chest as you silently sobbed.
"Why didn't you come, Pete?" You whispered against his suit.
He didn't know. He didn't want to lie to you, not ever, so he stayed silent.
"Do you hate me?" You felt so weak, hands against him, trying to push away but knowing that in the end, you'd never stray far away from the comfort that was him.
"God, no, Y/n," He quickly shook his head, his hand rubbing a slow hand over your spine, his gloved hands still warm in a sense as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head, "I don't hate you. I could never hate you," He said, voice heavy as he felt slow hands wrap themselves around his waist.
"Then why," You pressed your lips together to stop the quiet sob, "Why didn't you come?"
He faltered. Before he could stop himself, he felt the truth tumbling out into a spew of words he no longer had control over but had longed to say for so long.
"Because I'm in love with you, Y/n," He felt you stop under his hands, "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. A-and I know, I know I shouldn't have yelled at you that night but you just scared me so much that I didn't know what to do. Y-you came in with scratches all over your face and I just forgot about your cat..." He trailed off, pulling away from you as he tried to search your eyes for a reaction, anything to tell him that he wasn't speaking to a wall.
"You love me?" You whispered back, hands hovering over his as you almost couldn't believe what he had just said.
Your breathing stopped as he slowly shook his head, not knowing if your question was good or bad.
"I-I well, love is such a broad term that you can't really kno-"
"I love you too." You stuttered out, and he stopped at your words, looking down at you as if you had hung the moon and stars and had just spoken the unforbidden words of truth he had only hoped to hear in his dreams.
He stopped, hands working almost like a clockwise motion as they carefully moved up your face, tracing your features as if he had never seen them before.
"Really?"
You nodded, but then glared at him, with no real malice in your eyes.
"Doesn't excuse you for not coming to my birthday, though." His hand still traveled up, cupping your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"I know, I promise I'll make it all up to you this entire month. Anythin' you ask for darlin', I'll give you everything." It was a promise his confession wouldn't even need, but he wasn't lying. He'd give you the entire world if he could.
"You better," you muttered as he lifted you up to his lips, feeling them fall onto yours as they moved in tangent, almost as if they were meant to be there, and despite being in a spiderman suit, covered in crumbs and pizza sauce, hours late to your party, in a sense, you couldn't have asked for anything else as a gift.
"never have YOU ever touched my daughters ass?" tony asked, as if its a normal question to ask your daughters boyfriend. y/n's eyes skyrocketed to the moon and back as peters soul left his body. Sam couldn't contain his laughter and wheezed the silence away.
"uhm uh uh- what?" peter cleared his throat, subconsciously moving away from y/n by how hard tony was glaring at him.
"dad" y/n laughed nervously. "that's not how the game works-"
"oh yeah i know, but i wanna know his answer" he turned to the boy that was about to shit his pants "peter" his tone could cut like a fucking knife...
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Who knew serving a boy named Peter in the coffee shop you work at would end up with spiderman in your bathroom.
warnings: mentions of blood and injuries
“One caramel iced frappe” you call out. You’d been working in the coffee shop for about a year, you’d gotten used to the slow stream of regular customers, memorising their orders. There was one you particularly looked forward to, the caramel macchiato order that came in every day without fail. You’d developed a bit of a crush on the curly haired boy who always ordered the same thing every day. The only information you had about him was his name, you remembered the first time you’d written it on his cup. As if on queue you could see him in the line. You reminisce on the first time you’d seen him in the shop.
His eyes flickered nervously at the menu, a first-time coffee buyer you sighed internally. Usually, these people took the longest and held up the rest of the queue, a tributing factor to why you were late home ninety percent of the time. If he took too long you were bound to hear about it from your boss.
“I’ve never really gotten a coffee before” he begins with the regular spiel everyone gives “what would you recommend?” He has a nice smile, and you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“The caramel macchiato’s a good option?” you say the same thing to everyone who asks but he didn’t need to know that.
“Great, I’ll have one of them please, and my names Peter” you raise a questioning eyebrow “for the cup” he stammers.
“Just the same, please” he says with a smile. His voice is as smooth as the caramel syrup drizzled in his drink. Sometimes he stayed in the café, choosing a window seat to sit at with a book. You’d first thought about how cute he was when you’d seen him studying with a chemistry pun t-shirt on. This time once he’s got his drink he hurries out, the bell ringing behind him. Your attention on him is snapped away by another customer, you turn to them ready to begin the monotonous process of making their order.
Your friends knew about Peter, nicknaming him coffee shop boy. They’d begged you to ask him out, coming up with millions of ways for you to do it. The first idea was shot down immediately, there was no way you were going to ask him out in front of everyone else in the shop publicly. The second idea was better, writing your number on his cup, but you still refused. He could have a girlfriend anyway, you kept trying to remind them that the only thing you know about him is his name.
Once the clock crawls its way to five you begin to shut up. Herding the last remaining customers out with their drinks and starting to clean. It didn’t usually take long when there were multiple people on shift, but everyone was either busy or sick.
You return to your flat a couple hours later. Entering the apartment you make your way to the bedroom, exhausted from your day at work. Its already gotten dark since you walked back from the shop, the orange glow from a streetlight by the window is the only thing illuminating your room. You hadn’t turned any lights on yet, choosing to see only by the light from outside. Opening the window, you breathe in the fresh cold air. You curse at the straighteners you’d left plugged in all day; it was a wonder you hadn’t burnt down the building yet.
You were just about to get into bed when something or someone came crashing through your window. Your first instinct is to grab the hair straighteners, holding them in front of you like a weapon. The body on your floor groans, at least you wouldn’t have to call the police and explain how a dead body made it through your window, not that an alive one was any less concerning.
The person lifts their head, and you can just about make out the spiderman mask. Was this a joke? Why was spiderman on the floor of your bedroom after flying through your window?
“I didn’t think anyone was in” his voice is strangely familiar although muffled through the mask. He tries to stand up and although you can’t see his face, you’re pretty sure he’s grimacing in pain. There’s a blood stain on the side of his suit and you’re sure he probably has more injuries elsewhere.
You rush forward, picking him up off the floor and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, manoeuvring the two of you towards the bathroom, there’s no way you’d be able to explain a blood stain on your carpet to your landlord. You lower him onto the edge of the tub, stepping back to examine the situation. You pinch your arm in disbelief, you still can’t quite believe that spiderman is in your bathroom after falling through your bedroom window.
“Can I take your mask off?” he nods in response, and you begin to gently peel it off, being careful of any other wounds he might have. Coffee shop boy stares back at you. As if your night couldn’t get any weirder. “Peter?”
“Surprise” his voice is weak, and his head falls forward into you, almost falling off the bath. Your hands grip his shoulders as you rebalance him.
You reach for the first aid kit in your bathroom cupboard. You cup his face in your hands, lifting his head up to look at yours. He hisses in pain as you begin to clean his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes, dried blood flaking off. “I should probably look at that” you gesture towards the blood on the side of his suit. It doesn’t take you long to finish bandaging it.
“Sorry” his voice is barely a whisper.
“It’s fine, not every day a superhero comes through your window is it”
“Picked a good window to fall through didn’t I” you can feel your face heating up.
“Shut up coffee boy”
“Oh, I’ve got a nickname” he raises his eyebrows suggestively, colour returning to his face.
You slap a hand across your mouth “I wasn’t meant to say that”
He laughs and stands up, he’s still a bit wobbly on his feet but he isn’t at risk of falling over anymore, you reach up to steady him anyway. His lips are on yours before you can process it, they’re soft against yours and you can taste a hint of coffee on his breath. Your fingers run through his hair before you split for breath. He rests his forehead against yours. “Do you want to get a coffee with me sometime?” he smirks.
“I’ll make the coffee” you retort. Who knew serving a cute boy in a coffee shop would lead to kissing spiderman in your bathroom.
