"Someone To Rely On" - a Peter Parker Oneshot
Request: Heya, I'm not sure if you have any request rules or what not but I was wondering if I could request a Peter parker x reader based on your 'how they'd hug you' preferences? I was reading it and thought it would be really adorable as a oneshot x thank you! :3
Summary: Peter made a promise to Y/N to let her know he was alright after he'd been on his Spidey duty. After time passes and Y/N hasn't got any word from him, she starts to get worried.
Author's note: The original post got deleted so I had to rewrite this. I'm not super proud of it because I was too mad to do it properly, but I still kinda enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading this as well :)
You turned off the light in your room after you'd turned on the nightlight on your nightstand. You walked over to your bed and tilted up the covers, getting underneath them as you checked your phone again. You were waiting for Peter, your boyfriend, to let you know he was okay. He knew you usually got to bed around 11, so that's when he'd normally text you. He'd made a promise to try and be back in his room around 11 so you would have nothing to worry about.
Yet here you sat in your bed, looking at the conversation between you and Peter, and that text was nowhere to be found. You'd give him a little more time, you told yourself. It wasn't that late yet after all.
You turned off your nightlight as you layed down, your mom would start complaining to you about how you'd get sleep deprived when she saw your nightlight was still on late at night. You texted Peter again, saying just his name. You could keep repeating everything you already said, but you knew it wasn't any use.
You checked your phone for what felt like the hundreth time, and you kept looking at your screen which was set on the conversation betweem you and Peter. Your eyes trailed between the time and the last text you sent him, to see if the word 'Read' had appeared underneath it. You checked the time again, which now said 00:34.
It was so late, and Peter still hadn't replied to your text. No reply, no call, no nothing. He hadn't even read your text, which could sometimes be enough. You layed your phone on your belly and brought your hands to your face, laying them ontop of it.
What if something had happend this time? He'd shown up at your window with a few cuts and bruises at your window before, nothing you couldn't handle. What if something really went wrong? What if he tried to stop a robbery and he got shot? What if he didn't pay attention and got hit by a car? Got taken hostage? Forgot to shoot his webs and fell down a building?
You kept your eyes closed as you could feel an unpleasant tingling feeling in your chest. It felt like a pressure, your heart was beating faster. you felt like screaming, you were so worried.
You kept checking your phone, but your eyes started to get heavy. You wanted to stay awake, you had to. You wanted to know he was safe and okay. But no matter how much you wanted to, your tiredness was stronger. Sleep took over as you layed your hand with your phone in it next to you, falling into a light sleep.
Not long after a figure appeared to your window, masked and sticking to the building. It was Peter. He pulled off his mask, causing strands of hair to fly in all places they shouldn't be at. He looked through your window, where he could see you had fallen asleep. He looked at you doubtfully, he knew you would be mad at him. A guilty look spread on his face as he grabbed his phone, scrolling through all the texts you had sent him. He looks at you again and knocks on the window softly, even though he knew you wouldn't lock your window if you were expecting him.
You woke up as you heard the knock, your heart fluttering slightly. You knew it was Peter, but you were too tired and too mad at him to react. You kept laying still. You could hear him lift up your window as it creaked softly, and he got in. He closed the window again, and the sounds stopped. Peter was looking at you in doubt. What if you didn't want him here, what if he'd really crossed the line now?
Peter gathered himself again as he walked to a chair in the corner of your room. You always layed fresh clothes for Peter there, in case he needed them. He pulled off his suit and put on a shirt, he wouldn't really need the pants since he'd be sleeping anyways.
He walked over to your bed and lifted up the sheets, laying down next to you. He moved over and layed down against you. He layed his arm around you carefully, making you the little spoon. You felt him lean his forehead against your back and he sighed soft, you could feel your anger slip away almost immediately. How could anyone stay mad at Peter Parker? But you couldn't let him keep doing this to you.
"You're late again.." You whispered. He tilted his head up slightly, not expecting you to still be awake. "I-I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you up.." He mumbled. "Oh, don't worry, I wasn't asleep for very long. I was waiting for someone to text me back to let me know he was okay." You said, a soft anger in your voice. Peter was silent for a few seconds. You took that as an opportunity to turn around to your other side to face him.
"This is not cool, Peter," You started, looking him in the eyes. "I understand you're busy as Spider-Man, but we made a deal. I don't think you realise how dangerous it can be, Peter. Ofcourse, being Spider-Man is cool, you get a kick out of it and I completely understand. You safe alot of people, and that's amazing. But you can't forget yourself, Peter. I want you to think about May, Ned, Mj and me. Do you have any idea what we would--.. I don't know what I'd do if something happend to you.." You whispered the last sentence almost inaudible, and you broke eye contact.
Peter looked at you with a guilty frown. He hated that he had dissapointed you. He hated seeing like this, and knowing how much you cared and worried for his safety, only to mess it all up. He could hit himself, he felt so bad. "I do think about you. I always think about you, but sometimes I just forget.. I'm sorry.."
You sighed and took his hand, bringing it close to your face. "Please don't let this happen again.." You muttered as you planted a kiss on his hand, and Peter couldn't help but half-smile soft. "I'll text you," He said. "Everynight at 11." He looked at you as he now placed a kiss on your hand. You smiled. "Everynight at 11."
Peter layed on his back, you had placed your head ontop of his chest as you were asleep with one leg over his waist. Peter pulled you closer to himself carefully, placing a kiss ontop of your head. He sighed relieved, when you two even had the smallest fight it could give him alot of stress. He looked at you with a smile, he knew he had to keep his promise. He had to keep his promise for you, and he would.
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