Lol okay so I got this funny idea or at least... it seemed funny to me in my head... welp so anyways imagine this: Reader calls yandere Peter Parker by this full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the darling asked him to?
CW: Goofy reader who adds extra names as emphasis, couple's argument, angry cooking
Batter Chatter
Peter Parker x Reader
not really a yandere story, this one's just cute! Just gonna drop a good one instead of explaining where I've been all this time.
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"Peter Benjamin Parker!"
Wasn't a good thing to hear as a teen and it still isn't a good thing to hear as a 27 year old super-hero-but-also-photographer-by-trade. He had only just removed his mask and turned to the source of the alluring voice to see the love of his life.
Definitely angry and with a sharp glare in those beautiful eyes... and it's at that angry look that he remembers why he even left in the first place! Eggs... he forgot the eggs again. He only stepped out for a minute! He could go back out-
"Don't you even think of stepping out that window again Peter Edgar Benjamin Parker!" Oh, you're really mad this time.
"I ask you to do one! Thing! What is that?!" Before he even opens his mouth to respond you continue, "Get eggs! Why? For me to make cakes for YOUR office party that YOU signed me up for!"
It was technically his boss, J Jonah Jameson, who signed you up for it but Peter didn't want to bring that up and earn more ire. Why the Daily Bugle is hosting a potluck, he doesn't know but it is a test of all the worker's ability to cook and everyone is pulling all stops.
He was specifically told "Parker, since it seems the only thing you're capable of doing is bringing half-shot photos of Spiderman, I don't trust you to bring in anything edible. You better leave it to that girlfriend of yours. Mary Jane or whatever."
"Ah, it's actually-"
"Don't correct me, Parker. Didn't I just say 'or whatever'? Whoever it is, I'm sure it's better than you! Have them bring it in or else!"
And with that, you were unwillingly listed in the catering field for the next week as you figure out what to bring, what you need and how you'll do it in the small apartment kitchen. With Peter hovering over your shoulder, you settle on bite sized portions of three types of cake, lemon pound cake, chocolate cake and strawberry cakes, each with little pads of icing or glaze on top. Peter called them cupcakes, you called him uncultured in the kitchen. "Petit Fours" you called them.
And all you asked of him was to bring you a 24 pack of eggs... which he didn't...
"Peter Edgar Johnson Parker! Are you listening to me?!"
"Yes, of course! I'm sorry! I promise I'm listening."
"Then why didn't you do what I asked! You decided to just fight random thugs on the street again." Your voice went from dry anger to wet anger. You sounded like you were going to cry. "It wasn't even any of your big bad enemies. The police could have taken care of these guys! Why don't you care about me?" You finished by dropping your head and hugged yourself.
Peter drops his mask and races to your side and attempts to both hug you and lift your face to look at him.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, please?"
"No" You cry out, head still dropped and trying to hide yourself from him. You're immediately embarrassed because you're crying over such a little thing as a carton of eggs that you yourself could've gotten in the interim - remembering you had actually done so after he left.
You already knew that he was going to stop and fight some bad guys. It's his job. And he has to do this to keep you safe. You know this, you do. But just, over and over and over again. He forgets what you ask him to remember when he's fighting and it's to the point where it feels almost purposeful and that you're not worth remembering.
You wipe your eyes and sniff. You're mad. Stay mad. You remind yourself.
"Get out." You say. Trying to make it not obvious that you're crying and failing as he looks at your red shiny eyes.
"What? No wait -"
"Peter Charles Edgar Johnson - whatever the - PARKER!" You yell out. "Get out of the living room! Get out of the kitchen! Let me cook in peace!" You push away from him and watch his strong arms drop limply to his side, bumping off of his body as they fall.
Calling the expression on his face the "kicked puppy" look would make him seem less hurt than he actually was. But you were mad and you had to make yourself be strong.
"Go to the room, Peter. Now." You point for emphasis at the doorway a mere 3 feet away. The imposing hollow core door that hung crookedly on its hinges felt more like iron bars. And after a staring contest of 10 seconds, he slowly made his way into the room.
He didn't turn on the light and instead stood in the dark and stared at you until you ahem'd him to close the door with another flick of your finger. He complied...
With a stiffening of your shoulders, another wipe of your face and a full body shake you got started with cooking. You removed the eggs that YOU bought from the fridge and pulled up the recipes for the three cakes you intended to miniaturize and got started. Halfway through the second's batter beating, you heard the loud creak of the door opening and knew the eyes watching you belonged to your sulking boyfriend.
You didn't turn around, instead just let him watch. And as you cooked and moved and decorated, he slowly emerged from the room and sat in the doorway. You assume anyway, because you refused to turn back and look at him, still wanting to make him feel how upset you were despite not being so angry any more.
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With you finally finishing up on the decorating portion, you felt that Peter had moved closer now and decided to finally glance at him. You see him propped against the corner of the kitchen's island and looking at you with his own set of tired and red rimmed eyes.
You look at him, the desserts and the sink half full of dishes and breath out an exhale. You grab a pink iced mini cake and a lemon cake and walk over to him and drop down into a cross legged position in front of him. Without a word and without looking into his eyes you pass him the strawberry cake.
He's staring at your face and you can feel it while you watch him in your peripheral vision bite into the cake.
"Is it good?" You ask after a far too long moment.
"mhm" he says around the cake in his mouth.
You lean against his shoulder and look up at his face.
"... can you do the dishes?" you ask. I love you, I'm sorry.
"Mhm" he kisses your forehead and then leans his head onto yours.
{Tom!Peter Parker X Reader} Will You Be My Girlfriend?
A/N: i got a little carried away with this one…😂 hope y’all enjoy! :) (female reader)
Warnings: none
Summary: Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.
Words: 1027
(not my gif)
You heard small taps on your window as you sat at your desk. You turned in your chair, and smiled at the boy outside your window. He smiled and waved. You stood up and walked over to the window, unlocking and sliding it up.
"What are you doing here, Spidey? Aren't you supposed to be out on patrol?" you questioned.
“I just got done with patrol. I wanted to show you something,” you furrowed your brows.
“Show me what?"
Before you could protest, Peter had reached through your window and pulled you out. You let out a small shriek of surprise as he did this.
"Hold on,” he said with a smirk before he pulled his mask back down and began to swing along with you clinging to him.
You had done this once before, and it was just as exhilarating this time as it was the last. It was also terrifying, but you were trying to ignore that.
You watched as cars and people whizzed past many feet below you as Peter continued to swing along through the city. After a few minutes, he came to a stop near the top of a tall building. He climbed up the rest of the wall to the roof. You weren't even sure where you were in the city at that moment, but you didn't care. Your heart was racing as Peter let you down.
“Woah!" Peter exclaimed as he caught you from falling over.
“Sorry. I'll never get used to that," you said with a chuckle.
“Are you alright?" you nodded.
Once he was sure you could stand on your own, he let go of you to pull his mask off. You reached out and ran a hand through his hair to smooth it down.
"Why the hell did you bring me here Peter?" you asked.
“Oh right!" he said, as if he had forgotten the reason for literally pulling you out of your window in the middle of the night.
“Close your eyes," he said, and you complied, even though you were still confused.
He walked behind you and held his hands over your eyes. "My eyes are already closed Pete," you laughed.
"I'm just making sure," he walked you over to what you assumed to be the edge of the roof. "Open your eyes," he said as he removed his hands.
You opened your eyes and the scene in front of you made your jaw drop, a small gasp escaping your lips. All the lights from the city practically lit up the night sky. Every building was still lit up, despite the late hour. You had never seen the city so awake yet so peaceful at the same time. It was quiet up on the roof, only the soft rushing of the wind could be heard.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Peter whispered into your ear.
You nodded. "It's incredible,” you whispered back, still staring at the skyline.
You felt yourself shiver from the cold breeze. "Are you cold?" Peter asked.
“I'll be fine" you brushed him off, but you couldn't help but shiver again as you hugged yourself.
Peter didn't listen. Instead he took it upon himself to warm you up. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his other arm around you too. He actually was radiating heat. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, getting as close to him as you could.
"Feel better?" he asked.
“Yeah. Thanks," you leaned your head onto his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of your head.
You weren't sure how long the two of you stood like that. Just holding each other, staring off at the city. After a while of standing in silence, Peter finally spoke.
"Can I ask you something?" you could hear the shake in his voice. He was nervous.
“Of course, you can ask me anything" you pulled away slightly to look up at his face. "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head quickly. "No, no. The opposite actually" you furrowed your brows.
"Y/N, I..." his voice trailed off, and his gaze moved back to the city for a moment, as if he could find the answers there. You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought about how to ask you. "I've liked you for a while, Y/N." He said softly as he looked back down at you. "I like you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot." He shook his head with a laugh and looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "God I'm doing such a bad job right now.”
You shook your head and reached up to grip his chin in between your pointer and thumb. You tilted his head back up to look at you. "You're doing a great job. I like you a lot too Spidey. Like, a lot, a lot." You both laughed.
"Instead of continuing to be awkward, I'm just gonna say it" he paused, taking in a deep breath. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
“I'd love to be your girlfriend, Peter.”
You reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down to press your lips to his. The kiss was even more exhilarating than the ride you had taken to get here. You almost couldn't believe this was real life. If your lips hadn't been on Peter's, you would have told him to pinch you to make sure you weren't dreaming.
Your lips moved together in synch as Peter held your hips tightly, pulling you as close to him as he could. You could feel his cheeks warming up in your hands. This made you smile into the kiss. You finally pulled away to breathe. You rested your forehead on his as you both panted slightly.
“This took us way too long," you laughed.
“I agree. I'm happy it finally happened though," he said with a smile.
“Me too," you said before pulling him back in for another sweet and passionate kiss.
Summary: This story is a serval chapter work about Andrew garfield’s peter Parker struggling to balance pursuing a higher education at NYU as well as being spiderman. In meeting Y/N he’s encouraged to become a different person, but he feels guilty in doing so especially after the death of his first love four years ago to his hands. Slow burn
a/n: After watching Spider-man NWH, I noticed there was a boom in attention for Andrew Garfield, which is well deserved. It’s been a really long time since i’ve written anything, but the fanfics i ever wrote were actually about Andrew as he was my first celebrity crush (I had great taste since I was young as you can tell). Thus, I feel that in expecting lots of people to be looking for fanfics about him following the movie, I should write a little something to quench the general public’s thirst. I want to preface that this is about Andrew’s Peter Parker balancing being Spiderman as well as becoming a college student in NYU. There, he meets a love interest (you), but it is difficult for him to think of being with someone after the loss of his first love. I tried to capture the comedy and quick banter that is specific to Andrew’s Peter Parker, so i hope you can get that from this story. Also, I wanted this story to be inclusive, so while it is a female character read it as yourself as in reality that's definitely what i’m doing. Enjoy :)))
(aight so its like 2 am but spiderman hyperfixation go brrr and this came to my head while trying to sleep.)
Mj and Ned stare in awe at the two Peter Parkers standing in front of them.
Ned decides to try one final time.
“I wish we could see Peter Parker!” he makes a circle with his hands and a portal opens
instead of gracefully stepping through a masked figure comes crashing through, landing on top of Peter with an oomph.
There is a scary looking woman on the other side, about to jump through when the portal abruptly closes.
The four people in the room stare in Silence at the figure.
“Can you get off of me?” Peter asks.
The figure lets out a gasp and scrambles up, offering a hand to the fallen Peter.
Peter takes the figures hand and is hoisted into the air as if he weighs nothing.
They take time to look at the person.
it appears to be a woman in a spiderman suit.
“You’re not Peter Parker.” Ned mumbles.
“Yeah no shit. I’m (y/n) Parker. Friends call me Peter to piss me off. Inside joke.”
she looks around at the people in the room.
“Thanks for saving me. I was getting my ass handed to me by that chick. She was kinda fine tho.” The woman reached a gloved hand up to her mask and yanked it off.
Long curly brown hair falls out. except its not graceful like you would think. Hair is everywhere and the woman sputters as hair gets in her mouth.
She finally gets her hair under control and chocolate brown eyes are revealed. The woman has a young looking face, albeit with some scars. She has light freckles dusting across her face.
“Looking around I assume you two are Spiderman. Or a version of me. Now what the fuck is going on?”
“Uhm about that, you’re from another universe. We’re currently looking for our Peter. The other two are also Peters from other universes.” Ned mumbles looking down.
“No shot?” She looks at the two. “Damn if I wasn’t into women I’d tap me.” She mumbled lifting a hand to her chin.
“Are you not phased by the multiverse?” The Peter who she hadn’t fallen onto asked.
“Nah. I’ve had weirder shit happen. There was that time in New Jersey with the Ferret and those two guys. Shit was wild.”
“….Ok. Well we still need to find our Peter. He needs us right now. We’re all he has left.” MJ looks at the three spidermans around her.
The woman’s face softens.
“Is there a place he goes to like,”
“Get away from it all?” The Peters ask.
“Mine was the Chrysler building.”
“Top of the Empire state.”
“Thats a nice view.”
“Lady Liberty’s tit.”
The room went quiet as everyone stared at the girl who had spoken.
“Excuse me?” Ned asked.
“I don’t know its hard to be sad when standing on the tit of a 305 foot tall lady.” She played with a strand of her hair.
“Moving on.”
“There is.” MJ mumbled.
(Aight calling it for now. Will make part two semi soon.)
Summary: Y/N has been suspicious of her boyfriend, Peter lately and is trying to find some answers.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Title Reference: All or Nothing x O-Town
Word Count: 1.3k words
Warning: mention of violence and blood, swearing
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Life was amazing, I couldn't ask for better years in college. I've met the love of my life, Peter was everything I've ever imagined and more. He always prioritized me, cared for me. I honestly didn't know if I ever deserved him.
Lately, it had been different.
Ever since we started our third year of college, he was always gone. I'd probably see him once a week if I was lucky, that was only in class.
Peter would sometimes come back with bruises everywhere. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him in the bathroom wiping blood off his face.
All the sudden changes had me thinking what he wrapped himself into. Especially when Peter claimed that he started some internship for his class.
Of course I wanted to ask questions, but I didn't want to pry. I didn't want to be the girlfriend that was in his business all the time. He was old enough to take care of himself.
That made me imagine some horrible things, what was he doing in the middle of the night? Why was he missing classes? Why did I feel like he wasn't my boyfriend anymore?
Time to time, he promised me he'd be there and he wasn't. Our planned dates, our study session that we desperately needed to pass our class, Peter was gone more than he was here.
The one time he finally showed up he was disorganized, his papers flying everywhere, forgetting his writing materials, Peter even looked like he didn't sleep at all.
'Do you have everything we need to study?' I asked him as he took a seat. We figured we would get a private study room inside our library, we needed all the quiet time we could get.
'Ah-uhm. I think so.' Peter laid a bunch of papers on the ground, looking through all of them to see which one he needed for this specific chapter. 'Was it this one?'
'Peter, the test is tomorrow. Please tell me you're kidding me.' I sighed, 'If you don't pass this test, you're going to have to take this class again next semester.'
He immediately apologized, 'It's just I've been so busy.'
'You're always busy, Peter.'
'I know, I'm sorry.'
The room became practically silent, the only sounds were my pen clicking and Peter shaking his legs. It was weird to feel awkward with my boyfriend, it was as if Peter wasn't Peter anymore.
'What's going on lately, Peter?' I asked in a soft tone. I was worried about him, his mind was everywhere but here. I'd hate it if whatever that was happening to him got him kicked out of college.
He bit his lips, shaking stopped when I asked him that question. Maybe whatever I said to him triggered him, like he was avoiding this question for so long.
Peter paused for a bit, studying my facial expression. I could tell that he felt guilty about hiding whatever secret he kept from me. But of course, he wouldn't say.
'It's the internship. They've got me out all night.'
'Are these company beating you up? Abusing you?' It was concerning, I hated seeing Peter all bruised up the few times I would meet with him.
'No! Oh, no. Of course not.' He stood up, watching my eyes slowly getting watery. Peter grabbed onto my hand, it was a touch I was familiar with. 'I didn't mean to make you feel like this, I'm sorry.'
'I hate seeing you like this, Peter. You're tired, you're hurt every time, the black eye, the bruises everywhere-' I held my breath as I held onto his hand. 'So what's really going on Peter?'
It was his last chance, the chance to tell me everything. I wanted him to trust me, whatever he was going through I wanted to be there for him.
Peter shifted his eye away from me, staring at his feet under the table. He refused to make eye contact with me but it was so obvious; Peter knew that too.
'I-I can't tell you.'
'Why? Why can't you? I'm just worried about you and-' The thought of his injuries kept replaying in my head. 'If I come back to your dorm one night and see you unconscious or even worse, I don't kn-'
Peter frowned, jumping up as I said those words. 'Baby, I promise you. Nothing bad is going to happen to me. Please trust me.'
'I do trust you but I don't trust whatever you're doing outside campus.'
It finally felt good to say it out loud, all the worries and pain that I felt watching him struggle everyday hurt so bad. I wanted him to know that I cared for him and I just wanted the best for him.
'You don't tru-' Peter stumbled on his words, shocked and sad. 'W-what are you trying to say?'
'I don't know but I can't deal with this pain anymore Peter.' I sniffled, trying to hide my tears from him. 'I get you can't tell me but if I don't know anything, I can't help you.'
'But you don't have to help me, I got this.'
'And I'm just supposed to watch you get bruised up by something or someone I don't even know about? Watch you spit out blood from your mouth before you come to bed? I can't do that, Peter. I can't.'
Peter had nothing to say, clenching his fist and not knowing what else could make you feel at ease. But there was nothing; he needed to keep something a secret.
'I don't know what I'll do if I lose you, Y/N.'
'Then tell me, please. So at least I'll know a general idea of what's going on with your life.'
'Nothing's going to change even if I tell you.'
'It'll change me, Peter.' I cried, practically begging for the pain to go away. 'It'll help me feel better if I knew. That sounds selfish, I know but I don't know what else.'
Peter didn't move a muscle, he just sat on the chair watching me as I cried.
'Do you know how it feels to not even see you everyday Peter? I miss you. On top of that the times I do see you, you're not yourself. Instead you come back with more blood all over your body.'
He sat there, his tears starting to fall down his cheeks. Even with all of that, he still had not said anything.
'Please say something.'
'I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry.' Peter wiped his tears as he adjusted himself on the seat. 'I hate that I'm making you feel like this but I-I can't tell you. At least not yet.'
'So what am I supposed to do?'
Peter shrugged, shaking his head as he was as confused as I was. He wanted to help, I knew that and I could tell he did. But nothing helped my situation and it didn't help his either.
'I'm just trying to protect you, you know that right?'
'Protect me from what, Peter? What's so bad that you have to keep this a secret?'
His phone suddenly rang loudly, echoing through the small room. Peter looked at it and then looked at me. 'I-I have to go, Y/N.'
'Of course you do.' I didn't mean to sound the way I did. I was tired of this and hurting all over again. This repetitiveness and stress just hurt so much, I just wanted it to be over.
Peter frowned, feeling terrible about everything. He didn't know what else to do to make me feel better. 'Will I see you when I get back?'
'I-I don't know.'
He swallowed the lump in his throat, biting his lip as he held more tears in. Peter grabbed only his backpack and his phone, leaving me with nothing but his class papers and the pain that never went away.
Summary: You getting beat up and Peter is super overprotective but also so gentle.
Tugging your hood closer over your face you dug in your locker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever.
“Hey Y/N!”
You started, gripping your locker door. “He-hey Peter,” You greeted, closing your locker and turning away from him. “I have a yearbook meeting, I’ll talk to you later.”
“There’s no yearbook meeting,” he said, more to himself. He easily caught up to you. “That was a bad lie considering I’m the main photographer for the yearbook Y/N.”
“It-it’s for me and the writer’s. I decided all the layout people and photographers didn’t need to be there.” You lied, it felt awful lying to him but if you kept him going on this lie then maybe he wouldn’t ask about your ho-
“Okay then, why’s your hood up?” He asked, leaning forward trying to get a look at your face.
You quickly looked away. “Just- migraine, the light’s in this place are killer.”
“Do you need anything? I think I have some painkillers in my locker kit if you-“
“No,” you answered, “I’m fine, already took some.” You didn’t want to say yes and prolong your time with him, even if it was a lie. Even though you were in some pain. You stopped at a random empty classroom. “I’ll see you later,” You stated and tried to dodge into the room away from him.
But he caught your hand and tugged you back towards him. “Hey, no kiss? I’m-“
You had tripped over your feet at the sudden tug and caught yourself on his chest.
Wrapping his arm around your middle he chuckled. “Sorry, baby,” He said before tilting your chin up. “What the fuck happened to your face?”
You’d tried to pull your face away before he caught sight but you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were rejecting him. A whimper left your throat as you turned away from his hand. You bit your lip on the side that wasn’t slit.
Peter looked around the hall for any teachers before opening that classroom door and pulling you through. “Sweetheart what happened?” He asked, tugging your hood down. More than just your cut lip appeared to him.
Your right eye and cheek were black and blue, as was your jawline on that side. This while scrapes dusted the other side of your face. As if someone hit you while your face was on the ground.
Rage built in Peter’s chest. He lightly grazed his fingers over the bruising. “Who did this to you?” His voice was quieter than his touch was soft.
Tears flooded your vision as you shook your head and looked down.
He put a hand on the back of your head and pulled you into his chest. He held you as you cried. It burned at his heart that someone did this to you. That he wasn’t there to protect you.
“Baby,” he whispered. “Who did it?”
You sniffled, “No, Pete-Peter. I don’t-don’t want you to worry about this okay? It’s fine, I’m okay. Really… I’m sorry for hiding… I knew you were gonna see but I just wanted to tell you before you did but I kept chickening out and-“
He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Baby, just tell me. I need to make sure something like this will never happen again.”
You shook your head against him.
“Do I need to go all detective on you? I won’t ask again, I swore I would never let anything happen to you and here this happened? You’re /everything/ to me. Just please, it kills me that I couldn’t protect you, at least let me make sure that no one ever does something like this to you again.”
You shook your head. “It-it was Stella and Maggie.” Two girls you’d known since 1st grade that never liked you. There were plenty of times they’d caused you to get hurt, but they’d never gone this far. And why had they? Because you and Peter had gotten together, you were editor of the yearbook, and actually starting to become popular since you worked with a lot of groups because of that job. They were jealous.
He nodded and kissed the top of your head, knowing why it finally reached this point. The two girls pined after Peter once Mysterio outed him as Spider-Man a year ago now. He never fell for anything they tried, once you started dating they tried to break the two of you up. You both ignored them. He supposed it was only a matter of time before something like physical assault happened.
“Don’t do anything, Peter, it’s really okay.” You tried, but as you looked up at him the look in his eyes told you he was not going to listen. You’d never seen him so angry and trying to keep his cool. You were grateful that he wasn’t mad at you, he was beyond the sweetest person you’d ever know. His anger surprised you. “O-or maybe just don’t get into trouble…”
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
Peter had Karen search the two girls out and as soon as they were found he was heading right for them.
He dropped down, right in front of them. “Hi ladies,” he said. He wasn’t even in his suit. He needed them to see his rage.
The two girls jumped in surprise.
“Peter,” Stella said, “You scared us.”
Maggie looked wearily at her friend. She knew they were in trouble and here Stella was pretending nothing was wrong.
“We need to talk,” Peter told them. He was trying to not show his anger yet, to make them feel secure.
“What’s up?” Stella asked. “Finally decide you were wrong for picking Y/N and come to ask me out?”
Maggie shrunk some and elbowed Stella in her side.
Stella waved her off and smiled what she thought was sexily at Peter.
Peter smiled back at her, he was shaking with anger. It was bad enough what she did, but now she decided to make comments and attempt to flirt with him? No. The look in his eyes was overtaken with his rage.
Stella took a step back in surprise. Maggie stayed in place with wide scared eyes.
“If you ever even think about touching Y/N,” he started. He let out a deep laugh. He stopped his sentence.
“P-Peter-“
“Shut up.” He snapped. “I’ve been quiet about you long enough. You’ve bullied Y/N long enough. You’re never going to look at her again, let alone speak to or touch her. You might thnk it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man and I help people.” His eyes grew dark. “But I will not hesitate to web you to the underside of a bridge. And my webs don’t last forever. Do I make myself clear? And if you even think about telling anyone I threatened you, you’ll have a very powerful lawyer coming after you for assault and no one’s gonna believe you that I threatened you. Do I make myself clear?”
The two girls were practically cowering against each other.
“Good.” Peter was gone a moment later.
There were light footsteps on your fire escape before a soft tap on the window.
You smiled and moved to open the window.
Peter stepped in and scooped you up. “Hi beautiful,” He kissed a spot on your cheek that was not scraped.
You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap.
“Took care of everything,” he told you with a smile.
“Thanks, baby. I’m sorry you had to do that.” You cuddled into his neck.
He hugged you close. “I love you, I never want you to get hurt and I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you’re safe.”
You smiled and pulled back just enough so you could kiss him.
To say that your two bullies that’d been after you more than half your life hightailed it away from you in fear, well that was an understatement. Peter squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there.
