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“What a pretty girl.” “Yeah. That’s what uncle Ben said.” “Did you ask her out? Why?” “Can’t.” “Why?” “I’m just no good for her.”

“Peter Parker, if there’s one thing you are, it’s good.”

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Peter's Way Home | Chapter 1: Peter's Ladybug

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It had been the hardest three months after losing your mom and now today is the first day back at Midtown Science High School. While it wasn’t the first day of school, that’s what it felt like to you.

It had been an accident they said. The fire couldn’t be contained in the restaurant's kitchen. She died saving her coworkers. She was a hero. Yet, it didn’t feel like an accident when it felt more like negligence on her job’s part. Had the fire extinguishers been properly maintained or the windows not been painted shut, you would still have your mother.

The sound of a skateboard along the sidewalk drew you out of your thoughts. “Hey, ladybug!” Your best friend calls out to you.

“Hi Peter,” you say softly, needing to get used to using your voice again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to come back to school and deal with the idiots?” He teases.

“Someone has to keep them in line right?” You bump your shoulder with his. “So tell me everything that I’ve missed.”

You smile as Peter starts on his rambling catching you up on everything that had been going on at school.

The morning at school had gone by quicker than you anticipated. Your teachers had already been reminded that you had been homeschooling while you were in your months of grief.

It wasn’t easy. There was no point in lying about it. There were days when you would do your schooling at your dad’s fire station. On other days, you stayed with Peter’s Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They had always been great neighbors since you moved into the neighborhood but in the last few years, they became your second family.

During lunch, you head to the courtyard and you spot Peter and make your way to him. Before you can reach him, you hear him telling Flash to put another kid down. Next thing you know, Flash is beating Peter up.

“Eugene!” You yell out at the same time as Gwen approaches him. “I’ll walk with Flash. You check on Peter,” you tell Gwen, knowing of Peter’s crush on her.

You had once hoped he would crush on you but his happiness mattered more to you, so you would help him win the girl of his dreams.

“Flash! What the hell was that for?” You ask him harshly. “You promised me you would leave Peter alone.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in close for a hug. “I’m sorry. Welcome back to school. I should have given my best girl a hug before now.”

You return the hug. “Thank you, Flash! But I won't tutor you again if I see or hear you making fun of Peter... No matter what.”

You didn’t notice that, as you talked with Flash, Peter spotted you and felt annoyed that you two were hugging. He knew he had no right. You were entitled to your own friends. But did Flash have to be one of them?

It was surprising to anyone to hear that Flash Thompson and you were friends. You were considered one of the nerds. Flash was the jock everyone loved. Well, mostly everyone. Your friendship with Flash blossomed from your days studying at the firehouse. His father and older brother were firefighters, so he would often visit and sit with you as you tutored him.

“Since you’re my best girl, it’s only fair that I take you as my date to homecoming,” he says smiling charmingly at you.

“That would be fun,” you reply. “Come on, let’s get to class and we can talk more later about homecoming.”

“Actually,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “I was hoping you’d say yes to being my girlfriend. I’ve got a crush on you and well we’re a good team.”

You weren’t blind. Flash was handsome. You both got along pretty well. You both actually had things in common. Though it’s not the guy you would have hoped for, you nodded yes. 

“Woooo! She said she’ll be my girlfriend,” Flash yells with a laugh.

When you’re in class, you can hear Gwen asking Peter if he knew his name. You try not to giggle when you sense him getting flustered at talking with her. 

After school, you and Gwen discuss what topics to go over at the next debate team meeting. The subject then changes to boys.

“So I heard Flash asked you out,” Gwen says with a teasing smile.

“Did the whole school find out?” You reply laughing.

“Oh Flash was telling everybody that would listen that he got his dream girl.”

“Dream girl?” You scoff in disbelief.

“That’s what he was saying to the basketball team in gym,” she continued teasing.

You groan and hide your face. Never had Flash shown any such interest in you so it left you confused as to why he would say you were his dream girl. It’s not that you weren’t pretty, but you knew the more popular girls in school would typically be the Dream Girl for someone like Flash. 

Of course, hearing those words boosted your self-esteem a bit. It took you a few more minutes to refocus on the debate team. 

Once done with debate, you waited for Peter to finish his photographs so you could walk home together. 

“Ladybug!” He came and hug attacked you, wincing when his sides brushed up against your backpack. 

“Peter, when will you stop calling me that?”

“Mmmm… Let me think about it… Never.”

“What about when you get married? And then I get married? And we’re both old…? You’ll still call me ladybug?”

He turns to you and grabs your shoulders. “We’ll be ghosts and I’ll still call you ladybug… Besides, it’s how I keep your mom’s memory alive.”

You stop walking for a moment. “What?”

“Your mom. The day you moved into the neighborhood… you were wearing a ladybug dress and so was your mom. She was calling you her little ladybug.”

“I never knew you knew.”

Arriving home, you find your dad had the night off today. “Hey! So I decided we could have pizza and wings. I also got your mom’s favorite movies so we can make fun of her taste,” he teases but the pain could still be heard.

You rush to hug him. “Sounds like the best night we’ve had in a while… So, uhm guess who asked me out?”

“Peter finally asked you out?”

Your eyes widen. “No. Why would you think it was Peter?”

“Because you two are always together and inseparable. I know one day you’ll end up together.”

“Sorry to burst that bubble, Dad. But it was Flash that asked me out… Both for homecoming and as his girlfriend.”

Your dad sighs deeply and pouts. “I don’t want you growing up. But know I’ll help you with anything for the dance… You know you have May to help too… I have some of your mom’s jewelry that you can use.”

“I love you, Dad.”

As you’re getting ready for bed after the movie, there’s a knock on your window. “I’m decent Peter. You can come in.”

He smiles at your fuzzy socks and the fact that you’re wearing your mom’s cheerleading sweater as your pajama top. “Do you still have her perfume to spray on the sweater?”

“Yeah. I sometimes wear it to feel her close again.”

“Tell me more about her,” he says as he lays on your bed. He knows you have been having a hard time sleeping after your mom’s death so he’s kept his promise of being there with you at night to help you sleep.

Only that today would be the last night for a while he would be there for you. Eventually, another entity would take over your thoughts at night.

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💭summary: Bad Timing. That was always your curse. Will timing ever be on your side and give you a chance with Peter?

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Chapter 1: Peter’s Ladybug

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Marvel; Winter Dates with Secretary Spidermen

Can you guess when I was supposed to post this.That’s right, early December. I have a bunch of backlog holiday posts I’m not sure to do at leisure or get them out quickly. I guess I’ll flip a coin.

TRILOGY!PETER (Get away cabin)

It’s not a date as much as it’s a vacation. Once a year you use a bunch of your saved vacation days to peace out. You guys have a deal of some sort. He budgets and schedules this getaway for you, maybe even throwing in some money, and you approve his emergency time off that the company will have no choice but to honor if you have no concerns. You're technically duping the company but hey, you're not stealing money. Just time.

So early December you and Peter say your goodbyes, hop in a car, and off to the airport to not be seen for five business days. Peter would 100% stay with you during Christmas to have an excuse from family parties but it’s a lot more money. But if you need an out he always has you covered.

You’d think it would include activities but you’re two office working adults who have to bargain for company benefits and work overtime to meet quotas, the entire time is spent relaxing. It’s quite domestic. There’s a sort of unspoken rules you have. Whoever gets up first has to cook and whoever wakes up last has to wash the dishes. Rooms will be decided by rock-paper-scissors, first win takes dibs. Never bother the person in the bath unless it’s to discuss food or it’s been two hours and you need to know they're alive. You also made a rule that no gifts were to be exchanged. That last rule has never been followed.

TASM!PETER (Beach bonfire)

There are many reasons Peter is beloved in the office. Convincing the company to trust him with their black amex to put together the company Christmas party every year is up there as far as reasons go. Last year he got everyone Disneyland day tickets and dinner reservations. The year before that he rented out a castle and a murder-mystery kit (He was the killer and you were unfortunately one of the victims). This year he got a spot on a private beach for a bonfire, and it was nice as hell. Sand so white and soft you’d think it was clouds, low tide gently brought in seashells, and the huge gazebo had couches, a bonfire, and a lot of food and alcohol.

He feeds off of the gossip and knowledge that everyone is enjoying themselves so he is your designated driver to hear it all sober. The fact that he’s a light-weight also influenced this decision but nobody else has to know that. He’ll make sure you're safe, happy, and not recorded doing something stupid. He’ll keep some recordings though. You know, as payment for his services.

You’re a stupid drunk, forgetting simple things like putting on your shoes when you reach the boardwalk is not unexpected. He takes you home and he just resigns to staying because he knows how miserable you’re gonna be in the morning. You are groaning in the morning and he really wants to laugh but he does like these moments.

MCU!PETER (Paper cranes)

He wanted to do a project with you but he didn’t want to be seen as a child, so; paper cranes. He tells you about the origins, how the crane in Japanese myth lives a thousand years and that’s why you need to make a thousand of them. When you ask if he bought a thousand papers and he says yes, you then ask if he thinks you can do them all in a day. He realizes how long that would take and apologizes.

You, of course, do it with him because it is a fun activity and the promise of a wish is nice even if it might not happen. But it’s broken up in sections, starting from mid-December to the new year. He loves this time with you. Hanging out together outside of work is a nice thing, always.

At the end of it you offer him the wish because you don’t really have anything to wish for. Without thinking he says, “I want to stay in today forever.” And you didn’t understand he meant with you because it was a day off and everyone wanted days off. So you laugh and say it won’t come true because he said it out loud. When he pouted you just told him to make a new one in his head. I’m gonna give you a hint; it’s a lot less vague than the last one.

PETER B. PARKER (Ice skating)

You were super excited when he said you weren’t going to the gym. But that bubble popped when you pulled up to the ice rink. Your displeased face made him chuckle, telling you to lighten up as he gave you a present. It was a really nice pair of ice skates. You ask him if he thinks you’re gonna use these throughout the year and he says no, but that’s not your only gift for the year, just the one you get that day.

Peter, as someone who works out regularly with you, has no problem on the ice. Unfortunately, you do not have the best balance, ironically something you were working on in the gym. He has enough empathy to help you but only after seeing you fall a few times. Skating around hand in hand is embarrassing for you, because you feel like a child, but it is nice to have this light-hearted afternoon with him. At one point when you lose your balance he saves you from hitting your head on the ground but you end up in a weird back bend and he stretches in an abnormal way to stay up. It is very uncomfortable and not at all Hallmark.

After sustaining bruises, you go for a much needed drink. You had hot cocoa and he insisted he needed coffee. It was a nice moment of silence. Until people started to come up to you two. Christmas is a very busy time and everyone is feeling grand and bold. Trying to start a romance during this time is not uncommon, especially because both of you are hot. But after the day was highs and lows you both had fun.

MILES MORALES (Charity play)

You spent the better part of November and December helping a winter play that all proceeds go to helping people living paycheck to paycheck get the help they need, not only toys for their kids but clothes and stable jobs. It is by pure chance you ended up as a cast member. A supporting role, an elf who makes gifts slower because they make them with each kid in mind. Miles almost turned down his chance but then he found out it was the character yours focused on he took it. He didn’t know how he felt about playing a grouchy snowman but he sucked it up.

Best believe his family came to one of the shows. His parents, his uncle, aunties and cousins. And they were loud too. You found it endearing but his mom fussing over him made him want the floor to just open under him. The younger cousins were all over you, one claiming it was love at first sight and how he would marry you. Miles started shooing away his family faster.

After everything you told him how glad you were to have him with you through this entire thing, that you believed in the cause and it was a lot of fun doing this with him. He freezes for a minute like a computer getting a factory reset. He tries to be cool but ends up stumbling over his words, it’s very cute.

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TASM!Peter Parker Period cramp hcs

Peter's stuck to your hip until the cramps subside or at least the pain lessens.

He's always trying to make you laugh.

Peter will throw on one of your favorite movies to try and distract you from the pain you're experiencing. He gets all of your favorite comfort snacks for you and wraps you in a blanket.

Peter buys this tea that Aunt May recommended to him that helps dull the pain for period cramps.

He will have you rest your head on his thigh and play with your hair and massage your scalp because he knows that will relax you or at least distract you. 

Peter will hold the heating pad to your abdomen for you when you just want to rest your arms. He doesn't mind doing things like this; he enjoys helping even if it's the smallest thing.

If you're struggling with something he will help you no matter what. Need to get some tea but can't get off the couch? Peters already got the stove on. Need to change your pad cause you feel like you're bleeding through the one you have on, but it's too painful to move. Peters is already carrying you to the bathroom so you can change it.

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summary : You knew your boyfriend was Spider-Man. Anytime he had to protect the city, you would worry. Even when you began to help him from the safety of the Roosevelt train car you were concerned. Every time Peter was about to be in a dangerous situation, he would claim his earpiece was damaged and turn it off. You’d lose your only way of being in contact with him, and were resigned to worrying until he came by your apartment after the battle. After his most recent battle against the Scorpion, you need to patch him up more than usual. You stay calm until you finish bandaging Peter’s injuries, then finally break down. You tell him that you can’t take the worry anymore, and Peter promises to do better by you. The two of you manage to figure out what needs to be done, and fall asleep while the city wakes up.

pairings : TASM!Peter Parker/Reader

warnings : Mentions of injury (mainly bruising and mild burns), kind of angsty until the very end, sappy ending, crying. No use of y/n. If I missed anything please let me know.

word count : 3,037

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a/n : Any Spider-Man fics I write are likely going to be The Amazing Spider-Man based. So while it is Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man, I’m also using the comic books of tasm as reference material. Maybe later on I’ll do the MCU’s Spider-Man (somehow have still not seen any of the movies and avoided spoilers), and I don’t think I’ll write any focused on Tobey’s Spider-Man because while I grew up on those specific ones they’re more nostalgic than interesting to me at this point.

You dropped a token into the turnstile and rushed through it while taking your backpack off. While the train car came up from the tracks you grabbed the earpiece Peter had given you and put it in. Once the train doors slid open, you rushed in and went to what you had claimed as your workstation.

“Alright, Peter, what’s happening?” You demand as you place your laptop on the counter and log into the system you helped him create.

“I’m almost on scene,” Peter talks over the sound of rushing wind. “Maybe seven blocks out? What do you see?”

“It looks like the police managed to clear out all bystanders. It appears that the Scor–”

“Scorpion!” Peter’s sudden yell has you wincing as you hear the thud of him landing. “What’s the matter? You get lost looking for your burrow?”

“Peter, what are you doing?” Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you try to pull up the traffic cameras feed to see what’s going on.

“Spider-Man, what took you so long?” Scorpion laughed.

You tried to get into the camera feed, but you didn’t have the time to figure out the access code. With a frustrated huff of air, you decided to pull up the news feed that was inevitably covering the scene. From the aerial feed you saw Scorpion’s tail move, revealing a passed out bystander. The spiked club on his tail was hovering over their head and was aimed at your boyfriend. Acid dripped out, narrowly missing the head of his hostage and melting through the street below with ease.

“Peter, you need to be careful. His suit’s different, and it looks like his acid is stronger,” you warned.

“What do you want, Scorpion?” Peter called with his hands moving in a manner to show he didn’t want any trouble.

“You’ve been making things very difficult for us.” Scorpion raised his tail and drew it back, “So we decided to start making things more difficult for you.”

Scorpion whipped his tail forward, releasing the unconscious man toward Peter. You watched as Peter caught the man and took the impact of them crashing into a nearby building. Peter emerged with the hostage, and swung him behind the police line before returning to where Scorpion was waiting. As he approached, Scorpion launched himself at Peter and sent them crashing into another building.

“Peter, you need to try and lead him out of the city,” you desperately instructed.

The only response you heard was a groan and more crashing, the news feed unable to capture what was happening inside. You held your breath as you saw Peter crash through a window, a stream of acid following him as he fell before swinging to the top of a nearby building. Scorpion emerged seconds later, punching into the building and using his lodged fists to scale the side of the building. As Scorpion approached the top, Peter swung away once again to lead them away from the city.

“Peter look out,” you gasped, but it was too late. A stream of acid melted away his web, and Scorpion was once again tackling Peter.

Peter was unable to push Scorpion off of him, but webbed the spiked end of his tail. You worried as you saw Scorpion land punch after punch on Peter. Before another hit could make contact, Peter finally forced Scorpion off. He managed to swing away once again, just before Scorpion melted the webs off his tail.

“Peter, you need to lead him to the east of the city. The direction you’re going now has another police barricade coming up in five blocks, and we can’t guarantee he won't harm someone else,” you guided him.

“Got it,” Peter confirmed.

You watched the news feed as Peter began turning a corner, but there was a sudden shake as the camera’s view dropped a couple feet. The edge of the news feed captured a stream shooting through the sky. It panned down and you saw Scorpion with his tail aimed directly at the helicopter.

“I think he just hit the news helicopter that’s behind you,” you warn. “The feed isn’t steady anymore, you need to get them out of it before it goes down!”

Through the graininess of the feed, you saw Peter clinging to the side of the helicopter. He got the pilot and reporter to hold on before he swung out of it. He swung in the direction of where you told him the police barricade was approaching. Once he had swung to safety, the feed completely cut out.

“Are you guys okay?” You heard Peter over the earpiece. “Two blocks that way is a police barricade, you’ll be safe there.”

You waited in silence for a few moments, hoping Peter would continue to lead Scorpion away from the city. You once again tried to access any of the street cameras in hopes of being able to see what was happening.

“How’re you holding up?” You ask as you try to get the camera access codes from the police’s database.

“I’m okay,” Peter’s voice strained from swinging through the city. “He clearly got a bigger upgrade than I thought, that new suit is making him a real pain to fight. I’m pretty sure he’s stronger than me now.”

“There isn’t much of him exposed. Whoever managed to break him out had a reason to. They decided to make him as armored as possible,” you thought aloud. “If you could manage to damage his suit enough, then you should be able to stop him and–”

“I think my earpiece is messed up,” Peter rushes in a tone you’re far too familiar with. “Maybe it was hit when–”

“Peter don’t you dare turn it off again,” you warn. “Every time something bad is about to happen, it just conveniently breaks.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” His voice ticks up an octave.

“Peter. If you shut it off instead of letting me help you, I swear that–” but you get cut off as static fills your ears.

You tried reconnecting the earpiece to the other channels the two of you use, but each one held the same static of dead air waiting for someone else to connect. You move away from your workstation and pace out of frustration. You have no idea what’s going on right now between Peter and Scorpion. Your frustration quickly sours into panic as you can’t help but worry over what could happen tonight.

“Every time,” you mutter, frustrated. “I don’t know why I even try. He clearly doesn’t want my help.”

Knowing that Peter won’t turn his earpiece back on tonight, you resign yourself to an evening of worry. You begrudgingly log out of the system that was made so you could help Peter while he was fighting and patrolling the city. You shove your laptop into your bag, rougher than necessary, and grab some of Peter’s bio-cable capsules. You watch as the train car lowers itself below the tracks once again and retrieve the token that was ejected from the turnstile. Slowly making your way out of the Roosevelt station, you carefully navigate the city towards your apartment as the sky begins to darken.

You’ve lost count of how many cups of coffee you’ve drank by the time you hear the window to your apartment finally lift. You cover the short distance from the table in your kitchen to the living room just to see Peter sliding the window closed and locking it. As the sky lightens with the beginnings of sunrise behind him, you try to fight the pricking of tears that come to your eyes upon seeing him. Raking your eyes over him, you take note of the burn holes in his suit and the dirt covering his face from the rips in his mask. You walk toward him and guide him toward the bathroom so you can patch him up.

You ignore Peter as he’s sat on the closed lid of your toilet while feeling his eyes on your face. You open the drawer you keep the first-aid supplies in and see him tug off the damaged mask. You remove the mask from his hand and place it on the counter. It’s silent except for your occasional sniffle, and the shuffle of supplies in your first-aid kit. You grab a cloth and wet it with warm water, finally meeting his eyes as you clean the dirt from his face to better see his injuries. Peter gently settles a hand on your waist and uses the other to wipe away the stray tears that make their way down your warm cheeks. You do your best to ignore the stress and worry you’ve been feeling for hours, but the more of his skin you reveal the harder it is to forget about. You wring the cloth out and take out the rubbing alcohol and cotton pads from the kit.

“Sorry,” you mutter as he winces from the alcohol cleaning the cuts on his face.

“Not your fault,” he reassures, tugging you closer while trying to lock eyes with you once again.

You refuse to look into his eyes, because once you do it’ll all be too much. You can’t imagine just how hard tonight was for him. He hasn’t come home this hurt since Doctor Connors was the Lizard. You use butterfly bandages to help keep the cut on his temple closed and apply neosporin to his split lip. You wish there was something you could do for his bruises, but know the only thing that will really help those are ice.

“What’s the verdict doc?” Peter jokes, smile falling slightly when you don’t react.

“Your face is all patched up, but I can’t patch the rest up when your suit is still on,” you state.

“If you wanted me to take it off you could’ve just asked,” Peter joked again as he began to try and remove his suit without hurting his injuries further.

“I made sure to grab some more of your web capsules, by the way,” you mention softly to keep your mind busy as you help him peel the top part of his suit off and let it dangle from his hips. “I couldn’t remember whether or not you’d need more if you stopped by.”

“What do you mean ‘if’ I stopped by?” Peter sat back some so you could assess his upper body. “O‘course I was going to come over. I always come ‘n’ find you after playing hero.”

You didn’t say anything as you took stock of the bruises that littered his body. You knew they would need to be iced later, but they should be completely gone by the morning.

I guess they’ll be healed by tonight then, you think once you see the light outside slowly turning the sky from blue to orange to pink.

Your main concern was that he had what looked like a few burns from the acid. The burns weren’t too serious, but there were plenty of them. You carefully moved his arm to look at the largest burn on his side. You saw the smaller burns scattered along his arms and shoulder, and had to swallow down the lump forming in your throat once again. Lightly prodding around the burns, you quickly retreat your hand when Peter releases a pained gasp.

“You’re fine,” he quickly reassures whilst reaching for your hand. “You didn’t hurt me, I swear. But, you’re not going to be able to wipe those ones clean.”

You tilted your head trying to think of how to clean the burns without hurting him further. You needed to disinfect the area so his super healing could do its job better.

“Do we still have that antiseptic spray you found last time?” Peter prompts.

You nodded silently and pulled out two sprays to show him, “I found another one, it had pain relief on the can. I don’t know how good the pain relief would work in your case, but figured it was worth picking up.”

“I trust your judgment,” Peter spoke with a fond smile.

“It doesn’t feel like you do,” you grumble as you spray the antiseptic onto his burns and then secure dressings over them.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You don’t bother answering him as you pack up the first-aid kit and return it to the drawer you’ve turned into a medical supply cache. Once again, you feel Peter’s eyes trained on you as you close the drawer. You walk out, avoiding the hand Peter reaches out to stop you. Now that he’s home, that you’ve patched up his injuries so they can properly heal over the next few days, you have nothing else to keep your thoughts at bay. You make it to the living room and collapse onto the couch with your face buried in your hands. Your tears fall fast, no longer having a good reason to be held back. All the panic and worry you’d been feeling overshadow any bit of relief you’d been clinging to upon his return.

Peter emerges from the bathroom minutes later. You look up at the sound of his approach, seeing through the blur of your tears that he took off the rest of his suit and was wearing the sweatpants you insisted he keep here. The calm that washes over you at the realization that he’s here, that he’s still alive, makes the tears falling from your eyes speed up in frustration. Peter rushes over, and as he’s about to pull you into his arms you stop him with a hand on his chest.

“You’re an asshole,” you sniffle while wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “Why did you turn off the earpiece again? I had no way of knowing if you were okay! I thought you were really going to die this time.”

“Shh, baby, I’m okay. See? I’m alive, and I’m right here, and there’s nothing for you to worry about,” Peter holds the hand on his chest over his heart.

The steady beat of his heart under your fingertips reassured you that he really was there. The calm that washed over you earlier felt heavier as the anger inside you began to slowly fizzle away. You knew you could never hold what Peter did as Spider-Man against him, and that if you did then what kind of a girlfriend would you be?

“You’re not okay. You could have died tonight, Peter. I know what caused those burns, and you’re lucky the acid didn’t just melt you,” you’re voice was wavering more and more with every point you made while your hands weakly hit his chest. “When you first told me you were Spider-Man, I was worried sick every single time you went out. You suggested I could be your lookout while you were out there being a superhero. We agreed!”

“I was trying to keep you away from the fight. I don’t want you hearing when things get too serious out there,” he comforts tenderly.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you whisper. “It’s been eight months of you going off the radar in battle, and every time you do I can’t take it. I don’t want to lose you, but when you turn off the earpiece I worry worse. I know the only times you turn it off are when things are going to be bad. I need for us to–”

“Please, don’t do this,” Peter’s voice shook as he interrupted.

“Peter–”

“What if I gave you control? I’ll stop turning off the earpiece, listen to you more, make sure you’re as involved as possible.”

“Peter, I’m not trying to break up,” you rest your head against his uninjured shoulder, “I just don’t want to lose you. You mean so much to me.”

Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, “After almost two years together? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I promise you won’t lose me.”

“You can’t promise that, though.”

“What if I stopped? I could give up the mask. If that’s what it’ll take, then I’ll stop being Spider-Man.”

“I don’t want you to stop being Spider-Man, I just want you to let me be there. I know I can’t do much, but I feel better knowing someone’s watching over you while you watch over everyone else.”

“I’ll work on it. We can even work on setting up a better base in the train car for you. Whatever it takes for you not to worry like this ever again, I’ll do it all.”

You hold onto Peter a little tighter, glad that he was okay. Your tears had stopped, all that remained of your worry and anger was the occasional hiccup. Peter buried his face in your hair as he laid the two of you down on the couch. You kept your ear pressed against his chest while avoiding his bandages, finally allowing yourself to relax into him. You gazed at him as the sunrise cast the room in a golden hue and turned the brown of his eyes into honey.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” you whisper against his chest as your eyes droop.

“I’m sorry I didn’t consider how my protectiveness was affecting you,” Peter ran his hand up and down your back. “You can sleep now, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise,” you breathed out trying to fight the tiredness off.

“Promise. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else; I’m home.”

You stopped fighting the tiredness that clung to you. You focused on the steady beat of Peter’s heart, the feeling of his hand rubbing your back, and let his warmth relax your worries.

Home, you thought. Anywhere you are feels like home to me.

You felt Peter briefly shift beneath you, then a blanket was settled over the two of you as he pressed a kiss into the crown of your head.

“I love you so much,” he confessed softly.

“I love you more than you know,” you kiss right over his heart.

Your heart beats slowly begin to match the other’s as your chests slowed their movements and allowed sleep to take over each of you as the city awoke outside your apartment.

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[beeslibrarycorner]

TASM!Peter Parker Halloween HCs

You and Peter decide to have a movie night instead of going out and doing something.

He goes out to the store to get the snacks for what he declares, “will be the best movie night in history!”.

He buys some popcorn and about three bags of candy for the both of you to enjoy for the night.

The both of you watch horror movies during the evening.

He has you sit in his lap and hides his face in your shoulder when the movie gets too scary. You do the same and hide your face in his neck when it becomes too much.

The both of you end up staying awake all night long because the movies that you watched got to you both.

Bathroom buddy system because neither of you want to be alone.

It's all worth it in the end because the next day you both have a lazy day filled with cuddles and rom coms.

[lukreziaaa]

“I’m following you now. I’m just gonna follow you everywhere. I’m just gonna follow you the rest of my life.”

Peter Parker