Prompt: Hi! Can I send in a three part prompt that I think would be cool for Peter Parker and his dorky self :) pt1- "oh for god's sake you're fine" pt2- "okay maybe not fine but there's no need to panic" pt3- "ok maybe panic a little bit"
A/N: Oh gosh, I'm not sure where this went, and Idk. I hope it's okay that I SLIGHTLY changed the prompt a little bit.
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Peter Parker was one of the clumsiest people you knew. He was somehow always falling down the stairs, burning himself on the stove, or walking into things. But recently, he regained his balance or something. You weren't exactly sure what happened to him, but he was somehow more balanced than usual.
And now, you were labelled as the clumsy one in the group. You weren't exactly sure how this happened. Especially with Knock Things Over Ned, also being in the same friend group as you.
But it was one day after school that you were at Peter's studying with him. He was sitting at his desk while you were reviewing your notes on the top bunk. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.
You weren't sure how long you were out, but next thing you knew you felt like you were falling, and then you felt a large thud.
You opened your eyes on impact. You had fallen off the top bunk of Peter's bed. Peter turned around in his desk chair to see if you were alright.
"Oh my god Y/N, are you ok?"
You were still stunned by what happened. Nothing hurt that bad, and you assumed you were okay.
"Yeah I think i'm fine, thanks Pete,"
You lied still for another minute, trying to gather the strength to get up.
You rolled onto your back and attempted to push yourself up. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ribs. You cried out in pain.
Peter turned once again, "are you sure you're ok?"
You nodded, "Can you just help me up off the floor?"
Peter stood and offered you his hand. You gladly took it and stood up.
You could feel a strong pain surge through your right side again.
"Y/N, you really don't seem alright. What hurts?"
"My ribs," you said
"Maybe we should take you to the doctor. You look like you're in a lot of pain," Peter said, helping you sit down on his bottom bunk.
"For God's sake Peter, i'm fine!" you exclaimed.
Peter backed off a bit for a second, before asking you, "Well if you're so fine, do you mind if i take a look at your ribs?"
You sighed, but nodded approval. Peter sat down beside you and lightly lifted your shirt on your right side. You winced, even the feeling of your shirt brushing against your ribs hurt.
Peter's eyes widened, "uh…. Ok so maybe you're not fine but there's no need to panic,"
"What? What's wrong?" you questioned
"Well, you kind of already have a bruise forming, and I think it's because one of your ribs is broken and almost protruding from your skin."
"What?!" you exclaimed!
"Ok so maybe panic a little bit," Peter said, dropping your shirt.
You were speechless, you had no idea what to say or do.
"Ok, Y/N, stay right here for a second because i'm going to go get May and then we're going to take you to the hospital,"
Peter rushed out of the room to grab May, they both came running back in where May slightly lifted your shirt to take a look. The rest was really a blur. You remember somehow getting down to the car, and you remember arriving at the hospital. But as soon as you got there and a doctor could see you they gave you pain meds, and you really don't remember anything after that, until you woke up hours later feeling extremely groggy.
When you looked around the room, eyes barely open, you saw Peter and May sitting together, and when you turned your head, you saw your mom sitting on the other side of your bed.
"What happened," you croaked
Your mom smiled, and stood up and walked toward your bed.
"Hi sweetie. Well, i'm sure you don't remember but once you got to the hospital and they did your x rays, they realized part of your rib had broken off and was nearly puncturing an organ. They had to perform a quick surgery on you. You've been in and out of sleep for hours,"
You turned your head to Peter and May, "you guys stayed the whole time?" you asked
"Of course we would Y/N, why wouldn't we?" Peter said.
He walked toward your bed and grabbed hold of your hand.
"I'm really happy you're ok. New rules though. One, you're never allowed on my top bunk again and two, when I ask if you're in pain don't lie and say you're fine," Peter said
"Well I thought that you would panic if I said my side hurt,"
"Yeah but my panic would have been rightfully so!" he exclaimed
You laughed, which only made your side hurt more.
"You also said a few funny things while you were still loopy on your drugs after surgery," May chimed in.
"Oh gosh…." you muttered to yourself
"Yeah like how you really liked it when I was lifting your shirt…" Peter said
You covered your face with your hands "oh my god I did not say that, did I?"
"No, I'm just messing with you. But you did say something about wanting to get naked with spiderman,"
Peter knew you didn't know his secret, but he secretly loved that you had a crush on his alternate persona.
"Well that is not as embarrassing, but still embarrassing," you admitted.
A/N: this is a mess. I have lots of requests to fill and I'm also on vacation, so sorry if they take a while to post.
Word Count: 680 (Yikes, just something small and cute)
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You were sick and tired of the floor is lava game. Kids were constantly shouting it in the school hallways causing everyone to try and get off the floor.
You would have ignored it, except your boyfriend Peter Parker would not allow that. At all.
If you weren’t madly in love with this boy, you honestly wouldn’t participate as much as you did.
Still, there were times where you flat out refused to take part in something so childish. But, when you did, Peter would get so excited. So sometimes his smile was worth it.
It was a series of incidences, where Peter eventually started making you participate.
Sometimes you Peter and Ned would be in Peter’s bedroom and suddenly he would shout "THE FLOOR IS LAVA,” where he would then use his web shooters to hang off the ceiling, while Ned was already sitting on Peters bed. Which left you. On the floor.
“That’s not fair Peter!” You would argue
“This is why I don’t like playing. You always cheat by using your Spidey powers,” You continue
“It’s not my fault that I have superpowers,”
“That doesn’t mean you have to chat at your own game, Parker. Back me up here Ned,"
“No. Nope. I am not getting in the middle of one of your arguments again. You know what happened last time," Ned says.
Other times, it would be at lunch in the cafeteria. If you’re sitting down, you get lucky. Usually you would just lift your legs up onto the bench of the caf table and keep eating. Sometimes you wouldn't bother lifting your legs, you really didn’t care, but Peter would kick you from across the table until you lifter your legs.
On the rare occasion you were still walking back from the lunch line, and had your food, in your hand and your back pack on your back it would be hell.
Someone would yell “THE FLOOR IS LAVA,” and everyone would start running for the closest thing they could get to. You’ve been trampled three times to be exact.
This time you were prepared. Sort of. Well, Peter was prepared. You were mad at him for well, 1. always playing the game but never warning you, and 2. for always cheating.
Peter, realizing that you were mad at him, being the lovely boy he is, decided to save you this time around.
You were walking through the cafeteria, when you heard someone shout “THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
Everyone started rushing past you, running through the car to try and get off the ground.
Quickly, Peter grabbed your lunch tray from your hands and said “Get on my back,”
“What? No. I’m not playing this dumb game,”
“Y/N, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, I WILL SAVE YOU. GET ON MY BACK!”
“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed, climbing onto Peter’s back, wrapping your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist.
Across the room, Flash was standing on a table, and shouted “Penis Parker loses!”
Everyone in the caf looked around to find you and Peter standing only a few steps away from your lunch table where Michelle and Ned were sitting with their feet up.
“But unlike you, he actually has a girlfriend, so who’s the real loser here Flash?” You shouted back.
Flash scoffed and then got off the table, sitting down to finish his lunch.
“Thanks for saving me Parker,” You said, leaning forward, placing a kiss on his cheek.
You jumped off his back and sat down at your lunch table. Peter followed and placed your tray in front of you.
“Does this mean you’re still mad at me?” He questioned.
“Oh yeah, definitely. You cheated countless times and saved me once,”
“C’mon Y/N!”
“Sorry, love. But I know another way you can make It up to me,” you winked.
