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You loved taking photos; it was a hobby of yours, and a certain Spandex-clan hero just so happened to be your favorite model. You were out in the streets of New York, camera in hand, hoping to snap a few shots of the hero before school. You had recently moved in with your grandma to be closer to school, and it just so happened that she lived in a neighborhood not so far away from where Spider-Man was most active.

You were in the city, trying to snap some photos of Spider-Man. Spider-Man was at a construction site nearby, an out-of-control crane was whirling around. You were on a balcony snapping pictures when the crane suddenly shot in one direction, the metal beam swinging towards you and crashing into the building, it began to crumble. You panicked, shutting your eyes tightly, waiting for the building to collapse and kill you, but the impact never came.

You felt arms wrap around you, strong arms. You peeked out to see Spider-Man. You clung to him tightly as he swung you to safety. “You alright?” He asked, setting you down carefully.

“I- um, yes! Yeah! Fine! I’m fine! Uh- T- Thank you...” you rushed out, slightly flustered that THE Spider-Man was standing here in front of you.

“You sure?” he asked, tilting his head, “You seem… shocked.”

“I mean, you’re Spider-Man! You’re a hero.”

“I suppose I am.” he chuckled, crossing his arms, “You like me?”

“Yeah- I, umm, yeah,” you admit sheepishly.

He chuckled, and god, was it cute, his voice was handsome. Definitely not what you were expecting, but it was a welcome surprise. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/n.” you managed to get out. “My name is… Y/n…”

“Y/n, huh? That’s cute.” He leaned in a little, examining you.

“I- Um- Well, thank you for saving me.”

“No problem, just doing my job as a hero, right?”

“R-right, yeah.”

“You don’t have to get all nervous on me.” You look down, trying not to let him see you blushing. “Come on, don’t hide your face~” He tilted your chin up, “Your blush is kind of adorable.”

Your bag slipped off your shoulder, and your portfolio slipped out, opening directly to the spread of Spider-Man photos.

“Is… is that me?” he asked, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

“I, uh- I take photos, I intern at a news station- The Bugle- um-” You panic bending down to pick up the portfolio.

“Someone at the Bugle with genuine interest in me? I’m flattered.”

“Yeah, um...” you pick up the portfolio and shove it back into your bag. Your face was now a vibrant shade of red.

“You’re really red. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just, um- it’s nothing. I have a Chem test today, I should really get to school-”

“I could give you a ride if you’re in such a hurry,” he offered.

“I should- wait… what?”

“I said, if you’re in a hurry, I can get you there in less than 5 minutes.”

“You really don’t have to do that-” but it was too late, he had already scooped you up again and was swinging through the city.
You bury your face into his chest, holding him tighter than was probably comfortable for him, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.” You panic.

“Hold on tight.”

“Trust me, I am not letting go anytime soon!” you yell over the sound of wind whipping past you. “Please don’t drop me!”

“Trust me, I won’t let go until we’re safe on the ground.”

You eventually land just outside of the school. You’re still clinging onto him, still in shock from the impromptu swing through the city. You slowly open your eyes and see the school, and your classmates pause to stare.

“People are watching us, y’know?”

“Right.” You let go and climb out of his arms. You give a small nod. “Thank you, Spider-Man,” you say politely.

He chuckled and gave you a small salute. “Anytime.”

You hurried into the school, pushing past everyone who had stopped to stare. You hurried into your first class and waited for Chemistry.

When it eventually rolled around you hurried to Chemistry class and sat down in your seat, trying to catch your breath. You gather your composure and wait for the teacher to hand out the tests.

You take your time answering, your thoughts occasionally drifting back to Spider-Man. You shake away the thoughts for now and finish your test.

After you finish, you stand up and turn your test in, leaving the classroom after doing so. You walk through the hall and sit down on the steps, pulling out your camera to look through the photos you took earlier.

“What’re you looking at?”

You look up to see a boy from your chemistry class, he had probably just finished his test as well.

“Nothing much, just some photos.”

“Mind if I take a look?” he asks, gesturing next to you.

“Uh, not at all.” He sits next to you, and you hand him the camera. “It’s Peter, right? You sit behind me in chem.’

“Yeah, Peter Parker.” He gives you a soft smile before clicking through the photos.

“Sorry… most of them are Spider-Man,” you say sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck.

“Why do you take so many of Spider-Man anyway?”

“He’s cool.”

“So you take secret pictures of Spider-Man, huh?”

“Please don’t make it sound weird.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean that- I think it’s cute you take so many photos of him. Almost like you’re obsessed with him or something.”

You flush a little. “Uh, you take pictures for the school, right? Yearbook and stuff?”

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you. C’mon, admit it, you're obsessed with Spider-Man.”

“Fine, Yes. I am a little obsessed with Spider-Man, but in a perfectly normal way.” He tilts his head as if challenging that statement, “I mean, who wouldn’t be? he saves the city, and well, it’s the idea that anyone could be under that mask. If you look at other heroes in comics, some announce who they are, and others have partial face coverings. Spider-Man, I mean, could be anyone. He’s mysterious.”

“He’s mysterious, alright.”

“He protects the city; he is a hero, even if the cops disagree. I like him…”

“You like him, huh?” Peter teased, leaning into you.

“Knock it off, Parker. Not like that.” You laugh. Peter chuckles and lifts your camera, snapping a few photos of you laughing. “Hey!” you laugh, holding your hands out to cover the lens, “What are you doing?”

“You take candid photos of Spider-Man; you deserve some candid ones of yourself too.” You grab your camera back and snap one of him. “Hey, wait a minute-”

“I had to. You just looked so cute~” You tease him.

“I-I looked cute?” he asks, his cheeks reddening. You take the opportunity to snap another photo. “Hey, stop taking pictures of me. It’s not fair!” He protested playfully.

“You started it, Parker!” you chuckle.

He fake pouts, knowing you were right. He lets out a huff before pulling you closer to him, C’mere.” He takes your camera and snaps a photo of the both of you.

You laugh and hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re such a dork,” you laugh.

Peter felt his heart warm at your laugh, your face buried in his shoulder, “I may be a dork, but you are obsessed with taking photos of Spider-Man, so that makes us tied.”

“Hey! I thought we dropped that!” You pout, nudging him away.

“Nope, it’s too cute. I can’t help it.” He teases, and you feel your face redden, “You’re blushing again.” He points out. You bite the inside of your cheek to try and stop the smile from creeping onto your face.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. You lean closer to him and plant a quick kiss on his cheek, taking the opportunity to snatch your camera back. “W-wait!” Peter stammers, his face reddening as well, “Y-you just- you-” He paused for a moment, “You’re sneaky, very sneaky you know that?”

You smirk and stand up, grabbing your bag and carefully slipping your camera inside, “I have math to get to. I’ll see you around, Parker.”

“Y-yeah… see you around.” Peter’s cheeks were still a light shade of pink when you left down the hall.

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You sit on the school roof, lunch next to you as you pull out your camera to snap some photos. The sound of the door slamming catches your attention; you quickly turn your head and stand up, rushing to the door. Locked. You begin to shake the door, hoping it will open. Laughter echoes from the other side, “You’re an ass, Flash!” You hit the door, “Unlock it!”

“No way. Have fun on the roof, Dork!” You hear the laughter fade as the sounds of footfall dies as well, great. Just great. You groan, hitting the door again.

Peter, hearing the commotion, looks up at the roof. He can hear someone yelling at Flash. He listens intently, It was you. An idea pops into his head, he sneaks around the side of the school and slips off his shirt and pants, his Spider-Man suit on underneath. Was this a dumb idea? Maybe. Would it be hard to explain if you asked why Spider-Man was near your school? Also Yes. But, Peter couldn’t help himself, he wanted to see you get all flustered again.

You banged on the door again, “Flash!” You hit the door again, “Eugene!” You shout.

Peter, clad in his Spider-Man suit, lands behind you. You give up and turn around, resting your back on the door. That’s when you spot him, “Oh- Spider-Man!”

“You know, it’s pretty dangerous hanging out on rooftops. You should really leave it to the ones with Superpowers.” He jokes.

“I would have been fine if Flash hadn’t locked the door on me.” you groan. You look back at Spider-Man, and it hits you, “Uh, do you think- I mean, would it be okay if you maybe… helped me down?”

“Sure, just hold onto me.” He held his arm out, and you gathered your things, putting them back into your bag. You walked over and held onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Just go slowly this time-” You let out a small shriek as he drops down from the building, using his webs at the last second to catch himself. He lets you go, making sure you're steady on your feet before fully letting go, “I- thanks.”You breathe heavily, trying to calm your racing heart, “I…I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He says, and you can hear in his voice that he’s smiling under the mask, “Seems like you get into a lot of trouble, huh?”

“I guess so…”

“Maybe you should be a little more careful in the future. Wouldn’t want to have to save your life anymore anytime soon.”

“I wouldn’t mind…” You mutter to yourself.

“Oh really now, you like it when I save you.”

Your head jerks up to him, red dusting your cheeks, “R-right… superhearing… please forget I said that…” you beg, embarrassed.

“How could I forget something as cute as that?”

“Thank you again!” you say quickly, blush deepening, “I just, uh- need to have lunch-” you trip over a bench.

Spider-Man chuckles, “You okay?”

“Yep! Yeah! Fine, perfectly fine!” You dust yourself off a little and rush off. You hurry off towards a tree and sit in the shade underneath it. You pull out your camera and click through the photos of you and Peter from earlier.

Peter watched you from the roof, still dressed in his suit. He watched you for a little while, just admiring you, he found it adorable how flustered you got around Spider-Man, and he really wanted to see it again.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you gathered your things and set off towards your next class.

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The final bell rang, and you were heading to your locker when you suddenly heard a rather familiar cruel voice, “Well, look who it is. The photographer freak.” Flash stuck his leg out in front of you, causing you to stumble, but a pair of arms stopped your fall. You looked up to see Peter Parker holding onto you.

“Thanks…” you mutter, as Peter helps you steady yourself.

“No problem.” He said softly, arm still holding onto you, “Is there a problem, Flash?”

“No, no problem. Just wondering why you two freaks seem so cozied up together.”

“Let’s just go, Peter.”

“Yeah, okay.” He breathes, arm wrapping around your shoulder as you both walk away. You walk down the hall to the front of the school, you make it to the door before Peter speaks, “You’re not a freak, you know. Flash is just an ass.”

“I know…”

“Hey,” he gently grabs your chin, tilting it up, “I’m serious, you’re not a freak, you’re really talented, and smart. Ignore him, okay?”

“Thanks, Parker.” You smile and lean against his shoulder. You walk to the exit and you turn to Peter, “I’m headed to the subway, what about you?”

“I take the subway home too, I’ll walk you.”

You and Peter head towards the subway, Peter skating next to you on his board. You scan your pass and head onto the car, Peter following just behind you, subconsciously wrapping an arm around you to keep you close.

“I’m not going anywhere, Parker,” you chuckle.

“Sorry…” he says, loosening his grip on you. But he doesn't completely remove his hand.

“I don’t mind. Thanks for looking out for me.” You offer him a smile.

You sit with Peter on the subway, him shooting glares at the people looking at you oddly, “Next stop, Coney Island. Again, next stop, Coney Island.”

“This is me.” You say, standing up.

“No way, this is your stop too?”

“Yeah, I actually just moved in with my grandma. She lives closer to the school, and my parents thought it would be better if I lived with her until graduation.”

You both gather our things and exit the subway, “So your grandma lives around here?”

“Yeah, it was hard getting to school on time before. We all agreed this would be easier; besides, she has a spare room.”

“That’s nice of her to let you stay.”

“Yeah, she’s great.” You near your neighborhood and point it out to Peter, “This neighborhood up here.”

“Huh, I live there with my Aunt May.”

“Really? That’s a weird coincidence. Which house number are you?”

“36, why?”

You let out a shocked huff.

“What?”

You walk up to house 37 and unlock the door, “Guess I’ll see you around, neighbor.”

Peter’s eyes widen a little as you walk up to the house right next to his, “You- you just moved in next door?”

“Apparently.” You laugh a little, “Which room is yours?” You lean out from the porch. Peter points to a window on the right side of his house. You bite the inside of your cheek and smile, “The window right across from mine, huh?”

Peter blinks in surprise, “Y-yeah, I guess.”

“I’ll see you around, Parker.” You smile before walking inside and shutting the door.

“Yeah… see you later…”

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You’re sitting on your bed when your grandma walks in, “I just wanted to let you know we’re going next door for dinner. The neighbor is a good friend of mine.”

You looked up from your book and smiled, “Okay, I’ll get ready.” You set your book down and stood up from your bed, grabbing your shoes and putting them on.

You followed your grandma out the door and straight to house 36. Your grandma knocks on the door, and it opens a minute later, revealing who you can only assume is Aunt May. You walk inside and lean against the wall, spotting Peter helping set the table. “Hey, Neighbor,” you smile.

Peter’s eyes widened a little, obviously not expecting you to appear in his house. “Uh- hi...” he waved awkwardly.

“Guess my grandma and your aunt are friends then?”

“Guess so, I didn’t know your grandma knew May.’

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, huh?”

“Y-yeah, I guess so…”

“Can I see your room?”

“My… my room? Uh, yeah, sure. It’s upstairs.”

You and Peter walk upstairs as May and your grandma finish up dinner. Peter opens his door and walks in. “Woah,” you say, looking around his room.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, it really suits you.” Peter smiles awkwardly as you look around his room, “These are really good, did you take these?” you ask, pointing to some photos above his bed. A majority of them are from different parts of the city, from different angles.

“Oh, uh… yeah those are mine,” he admits, a little awkwardly.

You turn around and notice a mechanical lock on his door, “Did you make this?” you ask, walking up to it.

“Yeah, I got tired of May barging in.”

“That's… really impressive. You sure know your way around tech.”

“Yeah, I’ve always been good with tech stuff.” You sit down in his desk chair and spin around, “Having fun?” he asks, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“I like spinny chairs.” You shrug.

“I see that… you're like a little kid, y’know?”

You playfully poke your tongue out at him.

“Oh, really mature.” he says sarcastically.

You roll your eyes and turn to his computer, “Is this where you edit your photos?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I see some of them, the ones you're working on?”

“Sure.” Peter stands next to you, opening the software and clicking through some of the photos. You begin to click through them but pause when you see a photo of yourself.

“Is… is that me?” you ask, amusement leaking into your tone.

“Y-yeah… is… is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You look at the photo; it's you outside at lunch, looking at your camera. “It’s kind of cute, actually.”

“Dinner, you two!” you hear May calling both you and Petet downstairs. You spin the chair away from the desk and stand up.

“Guess it’s time to eat?”

“Yeah…” Peter says, still a little flustered that you think taking photos of you was cute.

You both head downstairs and to the kitchen table; plates are waiting for you. You take a seat next to your grandma, your spot being across from Peter. A small conversation starts, mostly about how you enjoyed living in this area. Peter was beginning to zone out, occasionally glancing over at you.

“Peter and I have chemistry.”

Peter snaps out of his trance, shooting you a confused and flustered look, “Uh, yeah… chemistry.”

“He sits a row behind me.”

Peter blinks, realizing what you mean. Chemistry class, of course, that’s what you meant.

Dinner ends, and everyone begins their goodbyes. “Hey, Peter, since we don’t have school tomorrow, would you want to stop by and help me unpack my room?”

“Uh- sure, yeah, I don’t have anything going on. I’d love to come by and help.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You wave goodbye to Peter and head back home for the night

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You woke up the next day, the sun peeking through your blinds. You get up and dig through your box of clothes for something to wear. You finish getting ready and start to open boxes. A knock on your bedroom door pulls your attention.

Peter stands in the doorway, a shy smile on his face, “Oh, hi.” You smile at him, “Did my grandma let you in?”

“Yeah, she let me in.” he smiles, taking a minute to look at you.

“Great, there are a few more things that go on my bed.” You open a box and pull out a blanket, tossing it on your bed before throwing an extra pillow on it. You pull another box over to you and begin pulling out your clothes, “Can you open that box there? It has my hangers in it?”

Peter nods and opens the box before handing it to you. You start hanging up your clothes, Peter handing you a hanger when you reach for one. You quickly finish hanging up your clothes (Thanks to Peter) and take a quick glance around your room.

“We should probably work on my bookshelf next…”

“Sure, where is it?”

You point to a box leaning against the wall, “Still need to build it.”

“So we need to build it too?” he laughs.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all.”

Peter helps you open up the box and empty out all the materials from it. You hold pieces together while he screws them in, and he also hands you screws on occasion to work on the other side. You get about halfway through when your stomach starts to rumble, “I’m getting a little hungry, what about you?”

“I could eat.”

“I know it’s not much, but we have some leftover pizza downstairs.”

“Pizza sounds great.”

You smile and head downstairs to heat up the pizza. You put it on two different plates and carry them back upstairs to Peter. You enter your room to see that Peter had made some more progress on the shelf in your absence, “You work fast.” Peter turns around to greet you, you hand him his plate with two slices of pizza on it, “We have more if you're still hungry after that.”

You set the plate on your desk and help Peter finish the bookshelf. You both sit down on your floor and enjoy the pizza, taking a small break to relax.

After the two of you finish eating, you wash up and open the box with your books. Peter helps you take them out and organize them on your shelf. You also pull out some knick-knacks to add to the open space between books. You put the last few books on your shelf and flop down onto your bed, legs dangling off the edge. You pat the spot next to you, “C’mere.”

Peter swallows, a little hesitant about sitting down on your bed, but he obliges nonetheless. He awkwardly sits himself down on your bed, and you roll your eyes and pull him down, so he’s lying next to you.

“Would it be weird if I got those stars for my ceiling?” you ask, looking sideways at him.

“The glow-in-the-dark ones?” he asks, looking back at you, “No, I don’t think so.”

You turn on your side to face him, and Peter follows suit. You reach behind you and pull your camera off your nightstand and snap a picture of him.

“Hey! You didn’t give me a chance to pose or anything!” Peter protests. You roll your eyes, and he reaches for the camera, “Let me see it! I need to see how bad I look.”

“N0!” You giggle, holding it away, “You look cute!”

“Cute? No way, I’m sure I look like a total dork in that picture.” He continues to reach for the camera.

“A very cute dork.”

Peter rolls his eyes, “Yeah, right. Let me see it.”

“Noooo,” you whine in protest, “You’re going to delete it!”

“Exactly, because I know I look stupid.”

You roll onto your back, holding the camera further away. Peter rolls on top of you and continues reaching for the camera.

“Come on, let me see it!” he looks down at you, a small grin creeping onto his face.

“Noo, it’s cute. I want to keep it,” you laugh.

He glances down at you, “You really think I look cute, huh?”

You bite both of your lips, holding back a laugh.

“Come on, stop biting your lips and let me see it!” You try to shove him off but fail.

“Peter, please don’t delete it!” you whine.

Peter looks down at you again, his face starting to turn a little red at the sight of you underneath him. He quickly composes himself and shakes his head, “No, no way I’m letting you keep that dorky photo of me.”

“You took a dorky picture of me yesterday!”

“Yeah, well… that’s different. You looked cute, I look stupid.” You try to squirm away, but Peter gently holds down your wrists, “Come on, let me see it. I won't let you go until you surrender.”

You sigh, “Fine, fine!” Peter lets go, and you quickly take out the SD card before handing the camera to Peter. He takes it, a triumphant smile on his face as he goes to delete the photo.

His face falls, however, when he realizes you took out the SD card, “Hey, that’s cheating, you can’t take out the SD card!”

“Nu-uh.”

“Yeah-huh. Hiding the card is definitely cheating. I need to delete that photo of me looking dumb!”

“I already told you, you don’t look dumb!”

“Yeah, right.You’re just trying to spare my feelings.”

A knock at the door startles both of you. Peter, who was still hovering over you, quickly rolls off the bed. Your grandma walked in just to see how everything was going.

“We’re doing fine.”

“Just checking.” She said, before shutting the door again and heading back downstairs. You chuckle and move to the other side of the bed and look down at Peter, who was sitting on the floor.

“Speaking of photos, there's a few I want to put on my desk and stuff.” You get back off the bed and head to a box that is sitting by your desk. You opened it up and pulled out a few small, standing frames. You set them on your desk before pulling out an empty frame and setting it on your bookshelf.

“What’s going to go in that one?”

“Not sure yet, but I want it to be a really important one.” You sit back down on your bed, “Thanks for helping me today, it probably would have taken me all week to do all this by myself.”

Peter joins you, “No problem. I’m glad I got to help, besides, I enjoy spending time with you.”

“I enjoy spending time with you too.” You nudge his shoulder, “Is your aunt expecting you back home soon, or are you still free?”

Peter smiles a little before the sound of police sirens in the distance tears his gaze away, “I actually have some homework I need to do. I have a test coming up in English, and I really need to study for it.”

“No worries,” you say, smiling at him, “I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah… see you later.” Peter waves goodbye and hurriedly leaves. You chuckle and pull the SD card from your pocket and plug it into the computer. All the photos from yesterday flood your screen. The ones of you and Peter on the stairs, and now the one of Peter lying on your bed. You smile at the screen as you begin to edit them.

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Later that day, you sit down on your bed with a book, deciding to read for a bit. You look out your window and notice Peter. He flops down on his bed, face first, and almost as if he could sense you staring, he adjusts his position and faces the window. You gave him a small wave, and he got up from his bed and crossed his room to the window.

You followed suit, and you both opened your windows. “Hi.” Peter slightly raised his voice to call to you.

“Peter, what are you doing?” you asked, laughing slightly.

“I’m bored over here, and you’re over there, and I’d rather not be stuck in my room the rest of the afternoon.”

“You’re such a dork.” You roll your eyes. You notice Peter begin to climb out of his window. “Wait, you aren’t going to jump, are you?”

“Maybe… you gonna catch me when I land in your room?”

“Peter, seriously, don’t hurt yourself!”

“I’ll be fine.” He climbs out onto his roof before jumping to yours and climbing in through your window.

“Peter, oh my god!”You help him in through the window.

‘I told you I’d be fine.” he smiled a lopsided grin.

“That was not funny!” you lightly smack his arm.

Peter only laughed, rubbing where you had hit his arm. “It was a little funny.”

“You could’ve seriously hurt yourself!”

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug, “I’m fine, seriously, I’m stronger than I look.” You let out an annoyed huff and push him away, “Come on, don’t be mad. I promise you, I’m fine.” Peter’s eyes land on the open portfolio on your desk, “Are those?” he steps closer to examine them, “You printed the pictures of me?”

“I… yeah, sorry if that’s weird.”

“No, it’s not weird. I’m actually kind of flattered.” he flips the pages back and forth a few times. “Where’s the one of us together?” he asks, not seeing it in the portfolio.

“Oh, that one is uh-” You point behind him, towards the bookshelf.

“You framed it?”

“Yeah…”

“Why?” he asks, as he walks over and picks it up. “Why not keep it with your other photos?”

“That one is special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah, I mean… it’s us together. It marks the start of our friendship…”

“You’re being awfully casual for someone who just framed a picture of her and her neighbor together.”

“Hey!” you nudge him playfully. “You’re not just my neighbor.”

“Oh yeah, so what am I then?”

“Mmmm…” you pretended to think for a second. “My friend?”

“I guess that’s better than just being your dorky neighbor.”

“No, you're still dorky.”

“Hey!” he said, feigning offense. “I’m fully aware that I’m a dork. You don't need to keep rubbing it in. You might just hurt my feelings with all this ‘dork’ talk,” he said sarcastically.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that. Now would we?” you bite back a smile.

“My fragile ego can only handle so much,” he says playfully.

“Awww…” you pout at him.

“Hey, don’t make that face at me!” You both start to laugh, unable to keep a straight face anymore. “So what were you doing before I climbed through your window like a weirdo?” he asked, sitting down at your desk while you sat on the edge of your bed.

“Reading.”

“Oh yeah, reading what?” he asked, sitting backward on the chair and resting his chin on the back.

“Just a romance book.”

“You a sucker for romance then?”

“Just a little,”

“ So you aren’t one of those girls who likes those fluffy, sappy romance stories?”

“Not all of them are sappy.”

“Okay, fine. Not all of them are sappy, but c’mon, you secretly love those cheesy, cliche stories, don’t you?” You bite your lip and shrug. “You totally do.”

“I never said anything!” You hold your hands up in mock defense. He raises an eyebrow. “Fine, fine, yes! But the one I'm reading now isn’t all that cheesy.”

“Sure, whatever you say. I totally believe you’re reading some non-sappy, non-fluffy, non-cheesy romance novel.” You roll your eyes, “So, you gonna read it?”

“What, you want me to read it to you?”

“Sure, prove me wrong that it’s not some fluffy, sappy romance novel.”

You grab the book and open it to the page you were at. “You sure?” Peter nods and you shrug, “Okay… He grabs her hips pulling her closer, leaning down his breath fans her neck.” You look up at Peter whose eyes look just a little wider, and his face a shade redder, you look back down and continue to read, “ ‘Take it off’ he growled.”

“Okay! Okay! I believe you!” Peter says quickly.You look up to see his face even redder, “You can stop reading now!”

You chuckle, “What? Can’t handle my cheesy, sappy, fluffy romance?” you teased. Peter knew that teasing you would come back to bite him.

“No, it’s just that… I think that’s enough reading for now.”

“Mhmm….”

“Shut up! I’m not embarrassed!” Peter says, his face a deep shade of red.

“Oh, you so are.” You laugh, setting the book down.

“It’s just that the scene was very… intimate, okay?”

“Yeah?” you ask, raising a brow at him.

“Okay, so maybe I was a little bit affected by a scene in a book. Sue me.” You bite back a smile and shake your head, “What, why are you looking at me like that?” Peter asks.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, sure, you’re just smirking at me for no reason, is that right?”

“Right,” you watch as Peter looks away to try and regain his composure, “Y’know, you’re cute when you blush.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah,” you say it like it’s obvious.

“Y-you're serious?” you nod, “I- I didn’t expect someone as pretty as you to think I’m cute…” he muttered.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Peter blushes again, “I- well- I mean, yes- you’re um-”

“Relax, Parker.” You laugh a little. “You can breathe.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m breathing. I’m breathing,” he said, still rather flustered.

You slide off the bed and move closer to him. “Hey…” you say softly, “Breathe…” Peter nodded and took a shaky breath. “Good, again.” Another shaky breath.

“I’m good. I’m okay.” Peter said, taking a deep breath.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to short-circuit your brain…”

“It’s okay, just a little hard to think straight with you calling me cute.”

“I get it, I was the same way yesterday when Spider-Man rescued me; I was a complete mess.”

“Oh yeah, you got all tongue-tied when Spider-Man showed up?”

“It was honestly so embarrassing.” You groan, falling back onto your bed.

“Why? Because you got all flustered around a hero?”

“Mostly because of my stupid fan-girly crush on him,” that caught Peter’s attention.

“Oh yeah, you have a crush on him?”

“It’s embarrassing!” you bury your face into a pillow.

“I think it’s kinda cute you have a crush on Ol’ Spidey.”

“Whatever,” you grumble, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

“Hey, I’m serious. Spider-Man should be flattered to have a fan-girl like you.” Peter was enjoying teasing you, “Oh come on, I know you're blushing under there.”

You toss the pillow at him, he catches it and tosses it back. It lands on your chest, and you try to stop the laughter that comes out of you.

“There it is!” Peter smiles and walks over.

“Stop!” you laugh, rolling onto your side to hide your face.

“Oh no, I’m having too much fun now. You’re too adorable not to tease.” Peter sat down and started tickling you.

“Peter! Stop it!” you laugh, “Stop!”

“Not until you show me your face!” He continued to tickle you, as he too started to laugh. You flop over and reveal your flushed face. Peter’s heart skips a beat at your flushed face, he stops his tickling, a rush of desire shooting through him. You take a minute to catch your breath, still looking up at Peter. “I knew you were blushing,” he smirked. You roll your eyes and hit him with a pillow.

You fall onto your back and tug at Peter’s jacket, pulling him down next to you as well. Peter looks over at you. You’re still trying to catch your breath. he watches as your chest rises and falls. “I’m okay…” you say, finally catching your breath and looking over at Peter.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly. You blink a few times but move closer. Peter gently reaches out and brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“You’re hands are rough…” you say softly, closing your eyes.

“Sorry.” Peter halted his motion and pulled away slightly. “I know they aren’t the smoothest. I can stop if it bothers you.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s kind of nice…”

“You think so?”

“Mhm…”

Peter takes a breath, a small wave of relief washing over him. A small smile played on his lips, he felt a little more at ease knowing you didn’t mind his hands were a little rougher than normal. He pulls you closer against him, and you bury your head under his chin. Peter’s heart flutters as you cuddle against him. He carefully wraps his arms around you, holding you against him.

“You’re comfy…”

“You’re comfy too, and soft…” Peter sighs, feeling content. It was nice having you curled up against him like this. he gently lifted his fingers and brushed them through your hair. A wave of protectiveness washed over him, and he couldn't help but want to hold you closer. You hummed softly and wrapped an arm around him, causing Peter’s mind to go fuzzy.

“Mmm… I have my Internship at the Bugle…”

“Yeah, you should probably get ready for that…” Peter felt a pang of disappointment at the idea of having to let you go. He reluctantly pulls away from you and sits up. You stretch and slide off of the bed and towards your closet.

“And I want you using the front door this time, not jumping to the roof again.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, “I’ll use the door.”

You slip your shoes on and follow Peter downstairs. You wave to him as he heads back next door.

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You head downtown towards the Bugle, opting to take the subway. You make it there without much trouble; you get the occasional glance from random people on the subway, but nothing out of the ordinary.

You make it to the building and walk inside. You head up to the desk. “I’m here for the internship with Jameson. She signs you in and points you toward the elevator, you take it up to the correct floor.

You knock on the door to Jameson’s office. “Ah, the intern. Would you go around and take everyone’s lunch orders?”

“Of course, sir.” You begrudgingly grab a pen and paper and go around the office taking down everyone's order.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you leave the building and head down towards Delmar’s to order the sandwiches. You enter the building and hand over the notepad of all the orders. You pay and wait for the sandwiches to be made.

You look up at the TV, the news is on, another story about Spider-Man. You smile to yourself. It was probably stupid to keep thinking about your interactions, but there was just something about him and how he interacted with you that felt natural. You couldn’t quite place it, but even if you made an absolute fool of yourself. He didn’t seem to care; in fact, he always tried to make you feel comfortable.

The man called your name, and you grabbed the bag of sandwiches. You thanked him and started your way back to the Bugle.

You enter the building and begin handing out the sandwiches. Once you make it to Jameson’s office, you knock quietly, “What is it?” he asks, rather grumpily.

“I have your lunch, sir.” You say, peeking in through the door.

“Right, set it down on the desk.” He nods to a spot on the desk in front of him. You set the sandwich down, and as you go to turn away, you spot the photos lying on his desk, photos of Spider-Man. Words are scribbled over them ‘Menace’, and ‘Vigiante’, You stare at the circles and lines on them as well, highlighting certain points of the photos and adding a sort of dramatic effect. “Is there something you need?” he asked sternly.

“Uh, no sir- nothing.” You hurry out of the office and sit down in a chair. You spend most of the evening there, Jameson didn’t give you anything else to do, instead, you flipped through your own portfolio and pictures of Spider-Man. The unmarked ones in laminate protective covers. You didn’t understand how someone could hate Spider-Man so much, and sure, maybe you had a bias because he saved your life. But who could blame you, and besides, your interest in him started before that.

The rest of the evening dragged on, but when it eventually did end and you made the trek to the subway and after that the walk home, you couldn’t wait to lie down. You flop down onto the bed instantly, grumbling to yourself about how the internship went. Jameson was never going to give you any actual work, was he? You sighed and sat up, heading to the shower. You set your pajamas on the counter and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up a bit before getting in.
Once you finished your shower, you slipped into the pajamas and began to dry your hair and brush your teeth.

You finish up in the bathroom and head back into your room. You see Peter sitting on his bed. He looks over at you and smiles, heading to his window and opening it. You do the same, “What?” you ask, a small smile on your lips.

“I missed you.”

“You’re a dork.” You laugh.

‘Hey, what kind of a response is that? You’re supposed to say that you missed me too, not insult me.” he chuckles, feigning offense.

You roll your eyes and chuckle to yourself, “I missed you too, dork.”

He smiles at you, “Better. Was that so hard?” You laugh again, and he smiles at you, admiring your laugh.

“What are you staring at? Hmm?”

“Just… admiring the view. You look cute in your pajamas.”

“Peter Parker!” You laugh, covering yourself.

“What? It's true, it makes me want to cozy up with you too.”

“Yeah? Isn’t it a bit late to be sneaking out?”

“Maybe, but rules are made to be broken. Besides, I want to see you, I couldn’t wait till morning.”

“I live right next door.” You bite back a smile. He shrugs, starting to climb out the window, “Peter Parker, you are not jumping over here again! Especially not this late!”

“Why not? I’ve done it before, and it worked out just fine.”

“Maybe, but it's dark now. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I have excellent night vision.”

“Goodnight, Peter.” You roll your eyes and close your window.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Peter protests, but you’re already lying back in your bed. You fell asleep relatively quickly after that. The draining day finally taking its toll on you.

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The sun rose the next day, you woke up to it slipping in through your blinds. You sat up and stretched before heading over to the window and opening your window. You noticed Peter’s were still drawn, and you frowned.You hoped you hadn’t upset him last night. You open your window, “Peter!” you call, “You awake?” No response. You smirk, an idea forming in your head.

You head downstairs and over to Peter’s house. May answers the door and lets you in. You head up to Peter’s room and knock on the door, “Yeah?” you hear his groggy response through the door.

“Can I come in?” No response. “Come on, you can’t seriously be mad at me because I shut my window last night,” you tease.

“Of course I can. You broke my heart,” he pouts, exaggerating the whine, teasing you.

“Come on, I’m sorry. Can I come in? Please?”

“Fine.” The sound of his lock mechanism clicks open. You open the door, and Peter props himself up against the headboard. His expression grumpy, but it falters when he sees you.

“Awww, Pete… don’t be grumpy.” You sit down next to him on his bed.

“You left me alone last night. I just wanted to see you.” he puts the grumpy expression back on.

“Peter, it was 10 pm.”

“And 10 pm means I can’t see you?”

“You really are a dork.”Youu laugh.

“I just wanted to see you.” He huffs.

“Are you still upset?”

“Yes,” he pouts, “You’re supposed to apologize…”

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, leaning closer to him. Peter smiles briefly, starting to struggle to keep up his grumpy facade. “I’m sorry.” You repeat, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”Youu break into a wide smile, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You lean in closer.

“Okay! Okay! You win!” Peter laughs, “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”

You shrug playfully. “So you forgive me?”

“Yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute, or I wouldn’t have forgiven you so easily.” his facade breaks, and he starts smiling, You’ree a real pain, you know that?”

You bite your lip as you smile. Peter smiles as well, “Your aunt is making breakfast by the way.”

“You sticking around for breakfast?”

“Do you want me to?”

Peter smiles, “I mean… you’re already here, you might as well.”

“You make a fair point…” You tap your chin, and Peter smiles wider, “I really am sorry about last night. It’s just… I had a long day, and I didn’t want you to hurt yourself jumping over.”

“I know… I’m not upset. Besides, you did apologize a million times.” You smile and roll your eyes. Your gaze falls onto the wall, the candid photos he took of you now hung on his wall.

“You didn’t…”You laugh.

“You did it first. Besides, I can't help if you’re a prime subject for photos.”

“I didn’t even know you took some of these…” You look at other photos.

“Yeah… sorry.”

“No, I- I like it. You really are adorable…”

“Says you. I’m struggling to not take more right now.”

You hold your hands in front of your face. “Peter, no! I’m a mess right now!” you laugh.

“What, you don’t want photos taken of you with bedhead?” He tries to move your hands, “Come on, stop hiding.”

“No, you’ll take a photo!” you laugh.

“Absolutely.You look too adorable for me not to take one.” You grab his pillow and hide behind it. “Hey, not fair!” he laughs. “Come on, just one photo?”

“No way.”

“Alright, you leave me no choice.”

“Peter? Peter, wait, no!” He starts tickling you. “Peter!” you laugh. He continues to tickle you. Okay! Okay! I give up!”

“Ah, you surrender.”

You roll your eyes and sit up. Peter takes the pillow away and grabs his camera, snapping a photo. “I must look terrible,” you grumble.

“You look adorable.”

“I look awful…” you grumble, hiding behind your hands again.

“Come on, don’t hide your face…” Peter pulls your hands away.

At that moment, May calls you down for breakfast.

As you both head downstairs, the smell of breakfast wafts up the stairs. You follow Peter into the kitchen. This smells amazing, thank you.”

“I hope you enjoy, hun.” May smiles, “I cooked up quite a bit, so dig in.” You and Peter dish up your plates before sitting down at the table and beginning to eat. You and Peter dig in, enjoying the breakfast. “I made a whole bunch, so there's enough for seconds if you're still hungry.”

“Thank you.”You smile before taking another bite. Peter digs in as well, clearly enjoying it as much as you are.
After finishing seconds, you look over at the clock, “Thank you for breakfast, May. It was delicious, but I really should be heading back now. I need to start getting ready for my internship.”

“You’re leaving already?”

“Jameson wants me there at noon, and I still have to get ready. He’ll be furious if I'm late.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” Peter says softly. You clean off your plate and put it in the sink, “Thank you again for breakfast, May. I’ll see you later, Peter.” You ruffle his hair as you pass him.

“Yeah, see you later…” he says, a little disappointed you weren’t able to stay longer.

Your day drags on, once again just being tasked with grabbing everyone lunch, the occasional coffee refill, and running to the printer every so often.

By the time you finally make it home, it's 7:30 pm,You toss your bag on the floor and face plant onto your bed. You groan and roll over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. A soft knocking at your window pulls you back to reality. You look over and notice Peter crouched by your window. You sigh and head over to your window, opening it. “Hey, Pete…” you say, trying your best to mask your exhaustion with a smile.

“Hey, are you okay? You look exhausted…”

“Yeah, just… long day at the Internship. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.Did something happen?” he asks. You sniffle and move to sit on your bed. Peter climbs inside and sits down next to you. “Hey, come on… talk to me. Jameson giving you a hard time?”

“You could say that…”

“What did he do? Did he yell at you, assign you extra work?”

“Nothing like that, don’t worry. I… don’t want to talk about it,” you say, leaning against Peter.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer, “Okay… we don’t have to talk about it, but I’m here if you change your mind.”

You curl up against him. “Thanks…” you say softly.

Peter runs his hand along your back, in an attempt to comfort you, “You look exhausted; you should get some sleep.”

“Don’t leave yet…” You wrap your arms around him.

“I’ll stay right here with you until you fall asleep.”

“Okay,” you mutter softly before burying your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly.

“Shh… I’m not going anywhere. Just relax.”

“Promise?”

Peter could feel his heart break at the vulnerability in your voice, “Yeah, I’m right here until you fall asleep. Just close your eyes and get some rest.”

You hum softly before dozing off. Peter waits a minute to make sure you're asleep before carefully slipping out from underneath you. He takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders before leaving.

Chapter Text

You wake up the next morning, Peter’s jacket draped over you. You feel a pang of disappointment at Peter’s absence, but a small smile plays on your lips when you notice his jacket. You pull it tighter around you, bringing it up to your nose to smell it. You smile softly before getting up and ready for school.
You set Peter’s jacket on your bed and start getting dressed. Once you finish, you look back at your bed and grab Peter’s jacket, and slip it on before grabbing your bag and heading downstairs to quickly grab some toast.

You walk outside and see Peter leaving his house, “Hey,” you wave at him. He smiles, noticing his jacket.

“You’re wearing my jacket.”

“Uh, yeah… you left it with me last night. I hope you don’t mind.” You admit sheepishly.

He shakes his head, offering a soft smile, “Of course not. I did leave it with you after all. Besides, you look cute in it.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“So, are we walking to school together?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you?”

“I mean, we are headed to the same place.” You nudge his arm playfully, “c’mon.” You start walking, and Peter sets down his skateboard. He motions for you to hop onto the back. “Is… that safe?”

“As long as I don’t go too fast. Come on, I won’t let you fall.” You nervously step onto the board and wrap your arms around him. He steadied himself, “Ready?”

“Yeah, I guess so…”

“Hold on.” Peter pushed off, and you both started down the sidewalk. After some skillful maneuvering, you both made it to the subway station. Peter picked up his board, and you both sat down. “See, told you, you’d be fine.”

“Okay, I admit, that was pretty fun.”

“See, told you.” Someone tries to throw a wadded-up food wrapper at you, but Peter catches it, “Hey, it’s not nice to throw food trash at people.” He tosses it back.

“Quick reflexes,” you comment, looking at the man before turning back to Peter.

Peter shrugs, “Guess I’m just a natural.” The subway nears your stop, and you and Peter hop off and start the walk to school, “Another day of school awaits us.” Peter nudges your side.

“And Flash, unfortunately…” You nod towards Flash, who is standing near the benches.

“And here I was hoping we could avoid him today.”

“Yo, Parker!” Flash yells across the yard. Peter braces himself for whatever taunting Flash has planned for today, but instead, Flash spots you, more specifically you wearing Peter’s jacket, “Woah, are you and the freak like… together?”

“And if we are? What does it matter to you?”

“I’m just saying, those are some low standards. Even for you, Parker.”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Peter steps forward.

“Peter, don’t-” you grab his arm, “I don’t care if he insults me, I just don’t want you getting in trouble.”

Peter sighs, “You’re right, I just- I didn’t like how he was talking about you. Flash snickers and grabs a football off of one of his friends. He tosses it towards you, Peter reacts quickly, catching it.

“Holy shit!” you stumble backward.

“Nice try, Flash!” Peter calls, tossing the ball back. You take a second to gather your thoughts as you watch the ball fly past Flash and his friends.

“Come on, Pete. We have class.” You gently tugged at his arm.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” Peter falls into step beside you, walking with you to your first class.

“This is me… I’ll see you in chem?”

“Yeah, I’ll save you a seat if I get there first.”

“Sounds perfect.”You smile as you head into your class.

After another class or so, Chemistry finally rolls around, You pick up your bag and head to the chem lab. You spot Peter at an empty table as you walk in. You head over and set down your bag, “Hey,” Peter smiles, “I saved you a seat.”

“Thanks...” you smile and slip into the seat next to him.

“No problem.” You and Peter glance over at the table next to you. The pair of classmates glancing over at you two and whispering. Peter leans over and whispers, “I think they noticed you’re wearing my jacket.” he says, feeling a pang of protectiveness over you,

“Let them stare. I can wear your jacket if I want to.”

“True… I guess I just don’t like them staring at you.”

“Everyone already stares at me for being the ‘Photographer Freak’ who's obsessed with Spider-Man.”

“This is different. This time, they’re staring because of me. They’re staring because they know it’s my jacket. They’re staring because…”

“Pete… we’re friends. I’m allowed to borrow your jacket if I want to. Who cares what they think?”

He nods, trying to brush off the protective, jealous feelings, “I just don’t like them… oggling you like that.”

You laugh silently before turning to the table and raise your brow at the girls before adjusting Peter’s jacket tighter around you.

“You’re a troublemaker, aren’t you?”

“Says the one who parkours to my window every other night,” you tease.

“It’s not my fault I’m good at parkour. Besides, you enjoy my late-night visits.”

You pretend to think for a moment, “I guess I do… thank you for last night, by the way.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I was just happy I could be there for you.” The teacher then stood up and began to write on the board, “Looks like class is starting. Hopefully, it’s more interesting than normal.”

“I thought you loved Chemistry?”

“Yeah, I do. Doesn’t mean the lessons can’t bore me,”You both look back up at the board; the teacher is writing down steps for making a mini volcano. “Looks like we actually get to do something, much more fun than some lecture.”

You smile and put on goggles. The teacher calls people up to grab the beaker as well as the ingredients. You return with the beaker and food coloring. “Red or blue food coloring?” you ask, holding up the small tubes of color.

“Blue, let’s make it interesting.”

You hand him the blue and return to the table to grab the baking soda, soap, and vinegar. Once you return with the ingredients, Peter grabs the vinegar and soap and mixes in the food coloring.

He finishes and passes it over to you. You grab it and carefully pour it into the large beaker with the baking soda. It quickly bubbled up and spilled over the sides. “Now that was a successful volcano.” Peter smiled, turning to high-five you. “Guess we make a pretty good team.”

“Looks like it.”You smile at him. “Oh, before I forget. I have my internship after school. Are you okay walking home alone tonight?”

Peter tried to mask the disappointment on his face, “Uh, yeah, that’s fine. I don’t mind.”

The bell rings, signaling the end of class. “You ready for lunch?”

“You read my mind. I’m starving.”

“Come on.” You take off the goggles and gloves before picking up your bag and dragging Peter with you towards the cafeteria.

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You and Peter grab lunch and sit at a table outside, “It’s a nice day out, we aren’t stuck in class, and now we’ve both got good food. Seems like the perfect lunch break to me.”

“Careful you’ll jinx us.”

“You’re right, something has to go wrong.”

“Hey Freaks, one of you grab your cameras!” an annoying voice rings out through the schoolyard.

“And there it is…” You groan, looking over to see Flash holding a student over a trash can.

“Of course, he and his trouble follow us to lunch too…” Peter looks over at Flash and stands up quickly, noticing the kid Flash is holding.

“Peter, let me.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, watching you carefully.

“Yeah.” You nod and walk up to Flash, “Put him down, Flash. You’re being a dick. No one likes it.”

“You’re one to talk about ‘not being liked.’ I mean, look at you, wearing Parker’s jacket. You’re both losers.”

“Oh, I’m so hurt.” you mock, “Put him down, Flash.”

“And why should I do that? We’re just having some fun. Besides, who's gonna stop me?” He asks, looking at the crowd that had gathered. Everyone stands in an awkward silence.

“Maybe no one here will, but I’m sure Spider-Man wouldn’t approve.” You point at his shirt, the iconic spider logo painted on the front.

Flash falters for a moment, “You… you’re right, but he’s not here now, is he?” he asks, looking around.

“Maybe not, but he’s helped me out a few times. In fact, you saw him help me down from the roof the other day after you locked me up there.”

Flash’s expression falters again. “So what?”

“I have my ways of contacting him.” You lie. “I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy to hear how you're acting.”

“Bullshit, your bluffing.”

“We can certainly test that theory.” You raise your brow, “Put him down, Flash.”

“Alright, fine.” Flash sets the student down.

“Thank you.” You smile, walking over to the boy, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, still a little tense, “Thanks.”

“No worries, I’m glad you’re okay.” You help him up before heading back over to Peter.

“That was impressive and maybe a little stupid.”

You shrug, “Maybe.”

“So you have ways of contacting Spider-Man?” Peter teases.

“No, but Flash doesn’t need to know that,” you say, taking a bite of your lunch.

“Oh, you’re sneaky. That was a pretty smart move, mentioning Spider-Man. I mean, Flash practically idolizes that guy.”

You steal one of Peter’s chips. “What can I say? I’m a jack of many trades.”

Peter swats your hand away playfully, “Hey, that's mine. You already stole my jacket, leave my food out of it.” You chuckle. Peter grins and shakes his head, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I would be a lot more annoyed right now.”
You bite back a laugh, tossing a chip at Peter. He ducks out of the way, laughing. “Hey! No throwing food!” He grabs a chip and throws it at you before tossing another, and another.

“Hey! Ow! Okay, okay!” You hold your hands up. “How are you aiming so perfectly right now?” You ask.

“What can I say, I’m just good at everything.” he tosses another chip at you.

“Okay, Okay! I surrender!” you laugh.

“Oh no, you started it.”

“Okay, fine! You win! You win!” you laugh, holding your hands in front of your face to block the chips.

The rest of the day passes by quickly, and before long, the final bell rings. You gather your things together and stop by Peter’s locker, “Hey, I’m off to my Internship. I’ll see you at home.”

He nods, closing his locker and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “Yeah, I’ll see you later. Have fun at your Internship.”

“Will do.” You give a salute and make your way out of the building.

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Peter sat in his room, adjusting his web shooters. He didn’t have much to do and wasn’t planning on patrolling till later that night. He spun around in his chair, turning to face his bed. He spotted the photos of you and him hanging on the wall and sighed. He knew he probably shouldn’t bother you at your internship, but he was bored, and he missed you. He grabbed his bag and skateboard and headed out the door.

Peter entered the building and made his way to the desk. “I’m looking for a friend, uh, she’s an Intern here for Jameson.”

“8th floor.”

Peter thanked her and took the elevator up. He spotted the receptionist and walked over, “Hi, um, my friend is interning here. Her name is Y/n…”

“Right…” the lady types on her computer briefly, “She’s on the dinner run right now but should be back soon. You can wait for her over there.”

“The… dinner run?” Peter asks, furrowing his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Taking the dinner orders from the editors and writers, going out to get it, bringing it back,” she says, still typing, not looking up from her computer.

“Right… do you know how long she’ll be?”

“She left a little over an hour ago, so maybe another five to ten minutes. Again, you can wait over there,” the lady points to some chairs.

Peter nodded and took a seat, looking around the room, seeing the editors coming and going.

A couple minutes pass, and Peter spots you walking in with bags of takeout. He raises a brow and stands up and takes a step towards you. You look up and spot him. “Peter?” you ask, a little startled to see him at the Bugle. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I got bored at home, decided to stop by and say hi.”

“Oh- uh… I’m a little busy right now. Just- just give me a second.” You awkwardly adjust the takeout bags.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, concerned.

“Yeah, fine. I just need to get these to the guys in the conference room.” Peter nods, and you take the bags into the conference room and begin passing them out. You got a couple of grumbles in response, and most of the men opted to ignore you. You took the empty bags, crumbled them up, and tossed them out as you left the conference room.

“So, mind telling me why you’re playing waitress here?” Peter asked, raising a brow.

“I… may have left out a few details when I said I was interning here.”

“What do you mean, ‘left out a few details’? Why were you out getting dinner for everyone?”

You pause. “Jameson thinks that I’d be better suited out running errands instead of taking photos or writing articles…”

Peter frowns. “He doesn’t have you doing any real Intern work?”

“It’s okay, some of the guys here don’t mind sharing photography advice…”

“That doesn’t make it okay…”

‘It’s fine really, I don’t mind…”

Peter shakes his head. “No, it’s not fine. You should be doing real Intern work, not running errands. Jameson is taking advantage of you.” You stay silent, looking down at the floor. Peter lowers his head, trying to catch your gaze, “Are you seriously okay being treated this way?” Peter asks softly.

“Of course I don’t want to be treated like this, but… It’s Jameson.”

Peter frowns. “So you’re just going to let him walk all over you? You don’t deserve that, you’re smart and so talented. You deserve better than this.”

“I… Peter, I appreciate your concern. I do, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“That’s your answer?! You’re just going to let him keep walking all over you.”

“I can’t risk losing this Internship, Peter. It will look good on paper that I interned here if I ever want to work as a photographer.”

Peter let out a frustrated sigh before disappointment took over his features, “I know… but is it worth losing your self-respect? You shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of treatment, especially not from Jameson.”

“I know…”

“Why are you so determined to keep this Internship? You could easily get one somewhere else. You are incredibly determined and talented.”

“No one would take me, especially if I left ‘The Bugle.”

“I’m sure there are plenty of internships that would love to have you, so don’t sell yourself short.”

“I guess.” Your phone buzzed. You pull it out of your pocket. “That’s Jameson; he needs me in his office. I’ll see you when I get home.” You give him a small, sad wave before hurrying off to Jameson’s office.

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You flopped onto your bed, groaning. The internship was taking a toll on you. A soft knock on the door caused you to roll over and face the door. Peter leaned against the doorframe. He walked in, seeing the defeated look on your face. You scooted over and Peter sat on the edge of your bed, “Hey…” he said softly, “How was the rest of the Internship?”

You shrug, “Did my grandma let you in?”

“Yeah, I had to charm her with some compliments, but she let me in.” he teases, “Are you doing okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He raised a brow, not buying your response, “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

“I don’t know. Everything.”

“Everything? Is this about the internship?” he questioned, resting a hand on your knee.

“No, it’s not just the internship… it’s- I don’t know.” Your voice shakes as you let out an exhale.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take your time, just try to talk to me.” he gently squeezed your leg. You lean into his touch. His arm wraps around you, pulling you closer. His hand gently traces circles on your arm, “You can talk to me. You know that, right?”

“I know, I just… don’t know how to put it all into words. It's frustrating.” You tear up, wiping them away quickly, “Can we just… lay down for a little while again?”

“I- you want to… yeah, of course.” He adjusted himself, leaning against your headboard. You scooted closer and cuddled up against him, holding onto him tightly. He holds you tightly, gently rubbing your back.

“Thanks, Peter…”

“Anytime…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth about the Internship sooner.”

“Hey, no. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“It’s just so embarrassing. I did so much to get there, and- and they just treat me like some errand dog. Just going and fetching everything for them.”

Peter frowns. “The problem is Jameson. Not you, okay? Don’t feel bad.”

“I guess…” You bury your face in his chest. Peter rests his chin on your head and continues to gently rub your back.

“Don’t let Jameson get to you, he’s a bitter old man.” You chuckle softly, causing Peter to smile. “There, that’s better. I’d rather hear you laugh than see you upset.”

You snuggle closer to Peter, smiling softly. “Besides, he hates Spider-Man. He isn’t a very good boss to begin with.” You add softly.

Peter grins. “Well, that’s definitely a point against him. Although, I’m sure most people in this city don’t have a high opinion of Spider-Man either.”

“They should.” You mutter, burying your face into Peter’s chest.

“You think so?” Peter asks, brushing your hair to the side.

“I mean… yeah. He goes around saving people, making sure the city is safe.”

“Not everyone sees it that way, some people think he’s some masked menace in a mask who goes around tormenting people.”

“If half of New York hated you, you’d probably want to hide your face too.” You pause before shifting slightly. “And besides, he’s saved me twice now? I think he’s one of the good ones. At least in my book. I mean, look at my wall.” You gesture to the photos hanging on your wall.

“That’s a fair bit of space you’re dedicating to Spider-Man there. Don’t tell Jameson.”

“Yeah, he’d fire me on the spot. Even if I don’t technically work there.”

“He’d probably explode in anger.”

“Thank you, Pete. You’re a good guy.” You rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re pretty good yourself, you know?”

“I try.” You smile.

“Oh, you try?” He chuckles, “Well, I say you’ve succeeded. At least in my book.”

You hum tiredly. “Well, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling. “You’re too sweet, you know that?”

“What can I say? You bring it out of me.” You tilt your head, looking up at him.

“Yeah, well, you bring out the best in me. I guess that makes us even.” he smiled, “You know, I’m glad I stopped by tonight. I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I’m glad you stopped by too.”

“Hey, I want you to know I’m always here for you. No matter what, even if it’s just to talk, or rant. I’m here.”

You nod, “Same goes for you, I’m here…”

“I’ll come to you if I ever need anything. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” You smile.

“You know, I really enjoy spending time with you like this. Being close and just talking.”

“Me too. It’s nice.”

“Yeah, it is. I feel… at ease around you like I can just be myself.”

‘I like your personality. You're probably my first real friend.”

“You’ve never had a proper friend before?”

“I guess… I just never really liked any of them as much as I do you. You’re the first person I’ve been able to do things like this with.”

Peter’s expression softens. “Can I ask you something?” You give a soft hum in response. “Why is it you’re more comfortable doing these things with me? I mean, you said you’ve never been able to do this with anyone else, so… what makes me different?”

“I guess with others, I never really had these calm moments. It was always running around the city and going out to do things. I guess… I guess you’re the first person I’ve felt safe opening up to.” You pause. “You’re my safe space, Peter.”

“And you’re mine,” Peter whispers. You smile to yourself, your eyelids feeling heavy, “Sleep, okay? I’ll be right here.” You nod and doze off.

You wake up in the middle of the night, still curled up against Peter. You smile softly before slipping out of his arms to get a sip of water. You feel the bed shift, Peter rubs his eyes. “Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask, setting the water down.

“No, I was already stirring. You okay?”

“Yeah, I was just getting water. You didn’t have to stay, y’know?” you say, curling back up with him.

“I know, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. I wanted to be here in case you needed anything.”

You smile softly, cuddling against Peter, “I appreciate it.” You rest your head on his chest. “It’s late; we should go back to sleep. Wouldn’t want to be late for school.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

You cuddle up with him again. “Peter…”

“Yeah?”

“Could you… Play with my hair again?”

He grins and begins combing his fingers through your hair, watching as you drift off to sleep. Peter watches as you fall asleep, his fingers continuing to comb through your hair. He felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. He wanted to keep you safe, to protect you however he could. He sighed, enjoying the feeling of you cuddled up against him. He kissed the top of your head and closed his own eyes, falling asleep with you.

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You wake up the next morning, still wrapped in Peter’s arms. Peter stirs, waking up just after you. A soft yawn escaped him. He looked down at you and smiled, “Morning, did you sleep well?”

“Mmm… Very well.” you stretch. Peter sits up and stretches as well, “You should probably head back to your house.” You yawn, “You need time to get ready for school.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Peter slips off the bed and stretches a final time before climbing out the window and jumping back to his. You smile softly, rolling your eyes at his behavior before getting ready for school.

You meet Peter outside, “Long time no see, stranger.” you joke, walking up to him.

“Ready to fight the subway crowd?” he asks.

“Am I ever?”

“Come on, maybe we can find a seat without being disturbed today.” You raise a brow. “I said maybe.” Peter defends, setting down his skateboard and hopping on.

You both make it to the subway and squeeze through the crowd. Peter spots an empty seat and pulls you with him through the crowd, he sits down and gestures for you to do the same. You look down at the seat, noticing it would be a tight squeeze, “Where Peter, on your lap?” you joke. Peter looks around, realizing there isn’t a lot of room. He looks back at you and pats his knee, “I can stand, thanks.” You chuckle.

Peter shakes his head, smiling, “Come on, my lap will be much more comfortable than standing.” he pats his knee again.

You roll your eyes, “You’re a dork, Peter Parker.” You shake your head, amused before sitting down on his leg. Peter grins and wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

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You and Peter arrive at school, “What class do you have first today?” you ask Peter, stopping at your locker to unload some books.

“Calculus. You?”

“Photography.” You shut your locker, “But I think we have a sub today, so who knows how class will go.” You adjust the straps on your bag and nudge Peter, “See you later?”

“Yeah, see you.” Peter smiles. Nudging you back before heading off to his class. You make your way down the hall towards the Photography room. You take your seat, and the sub takes a quick attendance before releasing the class to work on editing photos. You pull up some of your pictures of Spider-Man. You begin adjusting the exposure and fixing the highlights.
You hear a couple of your classmates snickering behind you. You ignored them, after all, you did have a reputation amongst your classmates for taking pictures of mostly Spider-Man.

About halfway through the class, the substitute released everyone to go gather some photos for the yearbook. You gathered up your things and began walking around looking for yearbook-worthy pictures.

The end of class rolled around, and you waited outside of Peter’s class. As he stepped out into the hall, you snapped a quick candid photo. “Hey, that’s not fair. You can’t just snap photos of someone without warning them.”

“You’ve done that to me plenty of times.” You look at the photo on your camera.

“Touche, but you can't just steal my trick.”

“You can’t coin all candid photos, Peter.”

“Oh, but I did. Right now, as we speak, I claim all candid photos.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You snicker.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“Mmm… I guess you’re right, I do,” you smirk at him, “So what class do you have next?”

“English Lit. Unfortunately, it’s with Flash.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,” he sighs.

“Maybe I could convince your teacher I need to pull you out for Yearbook. I do have an off period.” You joke.

“As tempting as that sounds, I doubt the teacher would believe it, especially after I’ve already missed a few assignments in that class.”

“Shame,” you say sarcastically.

“Yeah, it is. I can’t believe I'm going to have to suffer through this class all alone,” he pouts.

“Hey, I offered to help,” you nudge him.

“I know, and I appreciate it.” Peter smiles softly. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

“I’ll save you a seat.” You wave to Peter before heading towards the library for your free period.

Lunch rolls around, and you sit waiting for Peter at a table outside. Peter walks over to you, sitting down at the table. “How was English?” you ask.

Peter sighs, “Flash was extra charming today.” Peter said, running a hand through his hair.

“Do I need to talk to him again?” you ask playfully.

“No, it’s okay. I can handle him; besides, the teacher told him off.”

You hum, “That’s good. Your ego need a boost?” you nudge his side.

“Maybe, are you offering?” he asks.

“Maybe.” You smile. “Mhm… you have great hair.”

Peter runs a hand through it, “It’s a mess…”

“But that’s why it’s cute.” You reach a hand up and ruffle his hair.

“Hey!” he laughs, “Knock it off. You’re messing it up even more.”

You ruffle it once more before stopping and leaning against him. Peter wraps an arm around your side and pulls you closer. “You’re comfy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You grab a chip and eat it. ‘I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with being an Intern at the Bugle…” Peter runs a hand up and down your arm.

“I know. I’m sorry it isn’t what you hoped it would be…”

“I just… want to actually be doing news work, or at least taking some photos instead of playing waitress for them… and they don’t even appreciate it either.”

“Jameson should be letting you use your talents, not just use you as some- some coffee girl.”

“At least I don’t have to go in tonight. We could just hang out.”

“In that case, I’m all yours.” he smiles, squeezing your arm lightly.

“We could go get those stars for my ceiling.”

“Yeah, we should. Imagine how much more time I can spend looking up at your ceiling with you while you complain about your day.”

“Ouch,” you tease, pulling away, “Does that mean you won’t be listening to me?”

“Not what I meant.You know I love listening to you.”

You roll your eyes, eating your lunch. “Or we could just look up at them. No complaining necessary.”

“That sounds much better.” Peter agrees. “We could add some music too.”

“Yeah?” you smile, popping another chip in your mouth.

“Yeah, but I get to pick the music.”

“Deal.”

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The end of the day rolls around, and you sneak up to Peter’s locker. Peter turns around and bites his lip, holding back a smile. “You trying to sneak up on me?”

“Maybe…”

“I admire your determination, but you can’t sneak up on me.”

“I can try.” You huff, crossing your arms.

“Unfortunately, your chances are slim to none, sorry.” he chuckles, “Hope I didn’t crush your dreams.” He teases.

“It’s okay. I already have a new one.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Talking to Spider-Man without embarrassing myself by becoming a stuttering mess.”

“Yeah? I don’t know, He’s a pretty intimidating guy.” Peter teases.

“Yeah, but not in a scary way… more like, I look up to him. I admire him, so I just get a little… flustered.”

“Well, I’m sure he doesn’t mind. He might even find it cute.” Peter nudges your side.

“Oh, haha.”

“I’m just saying, he’s probably used to people getting all flustered around him.”

“I guess… Come on, let’s go get those stars from the store.” Peter grabs his skateboard and sets it down, gesturing for you to hop on the back. “Inside?” Peter just gestures again. You step on and wrap your arms around him as he pushes off towards the front of the school. You make it to the entrance and hop off the board. You both exit the school and make it to the subway, sitting down and waiting for your stop.

You and Peter get off downtown by all the stores and walk into one, looking for the stars. You find them and begin grabbing a few packs. Peter walks up behind you and smiles, “How many do you think you’re going to need?”

“Mhm…. five packs?”

“Five?” he asks, chuckling, “You plan to cover the whole ceiling?” you shrug, “I’m going to get a drink. I’ll meet you at the registers.”

You nod, and Peter walks off. You grab a couple bags and look at the stars inside, trying to judge how many packs you need. You grab one more and head up to the registers, “You still owe 2 cents,” you hear the cashier say.

“Right- Yeah, give me a second.” You see Peter dig in his pockets.

“You’re holding up the line. Look, if you can’t pay-”

You hurry up to the register, “Paying without me?” you set the stars on the counter and hand the cashier the money. You hand Peter his drink and grab the packs of stars, the cashier hands you the receipt, and you leave.

“You… didn’t have to do that,” Peter says, embarrassed.

“I know, but I didn’t mind. It was my idea to drag you out here in the first place. Come on, let’s head back to mine.”

Peter nods, and you begin the journey back.

You both make it back and head upstairs to your room. You open the packs onto your bed, “Ready to stick them up?” you ask, looking over at Peter before standing on your bed, reaching up towards the ceiling.

“Need some help?” Peter asks, noticing your struggle, “You aren’t exactly… tall.”

You shoot him a quick glare before jumping a little and sticking it to the ceiling. “Some help would be nice,” you say. Peter smiles and grabs a few stars standing on your bed with you, helping you stick them to the ceiling.

Once that section of the ceiling is covered, Peter grabs a chair and begins decorating the part above your desk.

Once you both finished, you laid back on your bed and looked up at the stars. “I’d say we did a good job.” Peter smiles, looking over at you. You smile and rest your head next to his shoulder, “Your ceiling looks like the night sky now.”

You look over at your alarm clock, “May will probably want you home for dinner soon.”

Peter sighs, “Probably…”

“Then again, you do live right next door. You probably have a few more minutes.” Peter smiles and pulls you closer, “Hmm… Maybe we could ask if I could have dinner with you tomorrow?” you look up at Peter.

“I think that sounds great, I’m sure Aunt May won’t mind having you over.”

You rest your head on Peter’s chest, “I’m not looking forward to more ‘intern work’ at the Bugle this week.” You groan, “I mean, it’s my dream to work as a journalist, and Jameson isn’t even giving me actualjournalism work.”

“Hey…” Peter says softly, “Don’t worry, I know you’ll make an amazing journalist someday.”

“Thanks, Pete,” you say, cuddling up against him. A soft sniffle escapes you.

“You okay?” Peter asks, raising his arm to look down at you.

“Yeah… I feel better talking with you about it.”

“I’m glad I could help.” Peter smiles, rubbing your back.

“Oh!” you sit up quickly, “I almost forgot, I still have your jacket.” you stand up and grab his jacket off the back of your chair, “I washed it… I hope you don’t mind. It kind of smells like me now.”

“I don’t mind. It smells good. I like it.”

“Mmm… yeah?” you tease. Suddenly, you hear your grandma call from downstairs, “Sounds like your aunt is here to get you.” You say, looking back over at Peter.

“Sounds like it… Meet you outside tomorrow?”

“You bet.” Peter smiles and grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before heading downstairs.

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You meet Peter outside the next morning, “Hey, you ready to go?” Peter asks, stepping onto his skateboard.

“Yeah, I guess.” You join him on it and wrap your arms around him. Peter pushes off the ground carefully, enjoying the feeling of you riding behind him.

You arrive at school and hop off of Peter’s skateboard. “It’s gonna be another long day, huh?” He asks, picking up his skateboard.

“Unfortunately…” you sigh.”

“But at least we have lunch together.”

“True, and chemistry.”

“Very true.” Peter smiles.

“We should get to class. I’ll see you in Chem?”

“See you then.” Peter smiles before walking off to class.

You sit through your first two classes, listening to the teacher talk. Soon, it was time for Chemistry. You walk into class and sit down next to Peter. “Hey Pete,” you smile, setting your bag down.

“Hey, there you are.” Peter smiles, closing his textbook.

“Here I am.” you chuckle. Peter smiles softly at you, sneaking a glance as you pull out your textbook, “You’ve been doing that a lot, you know?”

“Uh- What? Doing what?” Peter asks nervously.

“Staring at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Right,” you snicker.

“Yeah, well, can you blame me? You’re sitting right next to me…”

You nudge his side. “Relax, I’m just teasing you.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped distracting me, I could actually focus on chemistry.”

“You’re a real charmer, huh?” you say sarcastically.

Peter smiles and ducks his head down, biting his lip. The teacher clears her throat, snapping your attention back to class. You clear your own throat before looking down at your textbook. Peter sits up a little straighter and looks at his textbook, flipping the pages.

Class ends, and the rest of the day seems to fly by. You hop off Peter’s skateboard just outside your house, “I’ll be over in a few hours for dinner, I just have some homework.”

“Sounds good, I have some stuff to take care of too. I’ll remind my aunt to set a place for you.” Peter heads inside.

After a few hours, you head next door. May answers, “Peter is just out grabbing a few things. I needed some eggs for tomorrow.” You head into the kitchen to help May prepare for dinner.

As you start to set the table, Peter walks through the front door with a busted lip, and a bruise on his cheek. You rush over, “Pete, what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just tripped over my own feet. Nothing serious.” he sets the carton of eggs on the counter.

“Tripped? With your reflexes?”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Guess I’m not perfect,” he attempts to laugh it off.

“Come here.” You grab Peter’s hand and guide him towards the bathroom. Peter follows you inside. You sit on the counter and motion for Peter to come closer. Peter reluctantly steps forward. You grab his hand and pull him closer, letting him stand between your legs. Peter takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

You wet a washcloth and gently dab at his lip, cleaning away the dried blood. Peter winces slightly, “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I care about you, Peter.”

“I… I care about you too…” Peter whispers softly. Peter winces when you dab at his lip again.

“Sorry…” you gently brush the cloth against it again.

“It’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

“What?” you ask, snapping your head up, looking up at him.

“Nothing, never mind…”

“Is… does this happen often?”

“No.. no, not really, I just… had an accident. That's all.” You gently touch the bruise on his cheek, he winces, “That one’s tender…”

“I bet…” you turn and open the medicine cabinet, grabbing an ointment, “I'll try and be as gentle as I can. This will help with the soreness.” You apply the ointment, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“What’s the damage? Will I be able to show my face again?” he jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Still handsome as ever…” You brush some hair from his face. Peter’s breath hitches, and a small jolt of electricity shoots down his spine. He leans in slightly, you catch what you said and exhale shakily, “You’ll heal just fine.”

Peter takes a shaky breath and backs up, “Dinner should be ready.” Peter nods and looks in the mirror.

“I look like I got into a bar fight…”

“Yeah… not too sure I love this whole, bruised ‘Devil may care’ look on you.” You rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I’ll try, but no promises.” he attempts to lighten the mood again.

“I’m serious, Pete… I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

He feels a pang of guilt at your admission, “I’m sorry…” Peter turns around and gently brushes his fingers against your cheek. You lean into his touch. He sighs softly and continues to rub your cheek.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Hey, I’m fine… just a bruise.”

“Let’s get some dinner.” You say, sniffling a little. Peter lets go of your cheek and follows you into the kitchen to dish up his plate for dinner. You and Peter both sit down at the table, your plates piled up with food, “Thank you again for dinner, May.”

“Of course, Dear. You’re always welcome. We’re glad to have you.”

Throughout dinner, you cast an occasional glance at Peter. He catches your glances, offering awkward smiles in return.

You finish up dinner and take your plate to the sink, Peter following you. You clean it off and set it in the dishwasher, “Did you want to head up to your room for a bit?”

“My room- Yeah.... yeah, we can head up there.” Peter flushes a little, clearing his throat before heading upstairs with you.

You sat down in his chair, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Peter sits down on his bed, “Yeah, I told you.”

“Peter, you know how you’re always saying that I can talk to you about anything?”

“Yeah, of course.” Peter nods.

“The same goes for you, I want you to be able to share things with me.”

“I- I know, but seriously. I’m fine.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, sighing, “Okay…”

“Hey,” Peter pats the spot next to him, “C’mere.” You sit down next to him. “I promise I'm fine… and I swear, I’ll talk to you if something ever is, okay?”

You sigh, “Okay…” you rest your head on his shoulder. Peter’s arm wraps around you, pulling you closer, “It’s… nice, cuddling in your bed for once.”

“Yeah… I could get used to having you here like this more often.”

“Does this mean I need to learn to parkour over?”

“You think you can make it?”

“I could try.”

Peter chuckles, “Yeah?” You lean into Peter’s touch, finally relaxing after the long day. “Feeling sleepy?” Peter asks, brushing through your hair.

“A little,” you admit.

“You can take a nap while Aunt May cleans up the rest of dinner.”

“And what about you? Are you gonna lay down too?”

“You want me to?”

“It’s your bed.”

Peter chuckles and lays down, holding an arm open to give you room to cuddle up against him. “Comfty?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Mhm…” you hum, relaxing against him. Peter combs through your hair as you doze off.

A knocking at the door wakes up Peter. “Peter, it’s almost ten.” May calls.

You stir in your sleep. “Okay, we’ll be down in a minute.” Peter looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips, “Hey…” he whispers, stroking your hair, “Come on, Sleepyhead. You need to go home.”

“Mmm…” you grumble, “But you’re so comfy. I want to stay with you.” You mumble, half asleep.

“I know, Sweetheart, but you need to go home…” he combs through your hair. “Come on…”

“Mmmmm no…”

“Are you going to make me carry you?” Peter tightens his grip on you and picks you up.

“You’re strong…” you yawn. Peter chuckles and carries you downstairs and next door, then up to your room. He places you on your bed and, you grab his hand, “mhm… Stay…”

“I can’t, I need to get home.” Peter brushes the hair out of your face, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You let out a soft hum before falling asleep.

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You wake up the next morning, a little dazed at first. You had fallen asleep at Peter’s, hadn’t you? You get out of bed and stretch, noticing you're in your clothes from yesterday. You go to your closet to change and quickly finish getting ready before heading downstairs, grabbing a piece of toast, and rushing outside to meet Peter.

Peter chuckles when he sees the toast hanging out of your mouth. “Hungry?” he teases.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m in a hurry, I had to take longer because I woke up in yesterday's clothes. Speaking of which, what happened last night?”

“You fell asleep in my room, I carried you back.”

“I guess that makes sense… How’re your injuries feeling?” you ask, hopping on the back of Peter’s skateboard.

“Better. My cheek is still a little sore, but the cream helped a lot,” he said, pushing off and starting towards the subway. Besides, I tend to heal pretty fast.”

“Yeah? You have some sort of secret superpower you aren’t telling me about?” you joke.

“Huh?” Peter asks, a little caught off guard.

“Nothing, I’m just messing with you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little restless today.”

“You sure? I didn’t cause you too much trouble last night, did I?”

“No, you didn’t… you were just a little… Stubborn.” Peter stops the skateboard just outside the subway station.

“That… checks out, unfortunately. Sorry,” you say, stepping off his skateboard.

“I’m used to your stubbornness by now, don’t worry.”

You feign offense, “I’m not that stubborn!” You nudge him, “At least it’s Friday tomorrow. I don’t know how much more school I can take.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely ready for the weekend,” Peter adds. “You have any plans?”

“Hmm…” you tap your chin, pretending to think about it, “I guess I could see if my awesome best friend is free.”

“Oh, and who might that be?” Peter asks, following you onto the subway.

“Oh, just my next-door neighbor, really sweet guy.”

Peter raises an eyebrow, playing along, “Yeah? Is he cute”?

“I’d say he’s pretty cute.”

“Is that so? How cute, the scale of 1-10.”

“I’d say a 10.”

“Perfect 10 huh, What’s his name?”

“Peter Parker.”

“Dark hair, brown eyes, quiet?”

You bite back a smile, “Dorky, skateboards, photographer… Yep, that’s him.”

“Right, sounds familiar.” Peter nods, laughing quietly. You join in and nudge him playfully.

“What about you, you have plans?”

“Funny you ask, I do.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I was planning on hanging out with this cute girl who lives next door.”

“Cute girl, huh?”

“The cutest, but she’s also really stubborn, but I don’t mind so much.”

“Oh yeah, and who is this cute and stubborn girl?” you ask.

“She’s my neighbor, who just so happened to give me a 10/10 on the cuteness scale.”

“A perfect 10, huh? Impressive.” You try to hold back your laughter but fail.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Peter shakes his head, but you continue laughing. “You think this is funny?”

“A little.”

“You’re laughing at me.”

“No, I’m not!” you chuckle.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Oh yeah? If you aren’t lying, why are you laughing so much?”

“You called me cute~” You tease.

“I- well, I was just being honest- and you called me cute first.”

You nudge him, “Come on, this is our stop.”

The rest of the school day went by relatively quickly, with only a few minor interruptions from Flash. You met up with Peter at his locker as everyone began filing out for the day.

“I have Intern work at the Bugle tonight. You okay going home by yourself again?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“See you tomorrow then.” You gave a small wave and started towards the door.

“Hey, wait up!” Peter called before grabbing your arm, “Don’t let Jameson get to you, okay? You’re talented, things will work out.”

You smile softly before pulling Peter into a hug, “Thanks, Pete.” You smile, burying your face into his chest. Peter holds you against him, resting his chin on your head before letting you go and squeezing your hand.

“Don’t let him get to you, okay?” he says softly, meeting your gaze. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Then we have the whole weekend. Just us.”

“I can’t wait.” You squeeze his hand back before walking off.

You walk into the Bugle and make your way upstairs, towards Jameson’s office. You knock on the door and poke your head in. Jameson looks up from the papers on his desk, “Ah, the Intern. Go around and take the dinner orders.” You close the door and let out an exasperated sigh. You grab your notepad and begin the walk around the floor, preparing to take everyone’s orders.

You return with the food to find the conference room buzzing with chatter. You knock on the door and step in. “That man is a menace! He’s terrorizing the city!” you hear Jameson yell. A picture of Sider-Man is pinned to the wall. “He was spotted eight minutes ago, no less than five miles from here!” you begin setting the food down. “He’s probably working with all those crminals.”

You clench your jaw, trying to hold back the comments that would surely get you fired. Another man pipes up, “For all we know, he could be getting paid by other criminals to catch their competition.”

“Have you seen how much damage he inflicts wherever he goes?” You bite the inside of your cheek, trying your best to focus on setting the food down, and getting out.
You set Jameson’s food down as he slams his fist onto the table, sending his coffee spilling onto you. You back up quickly.

“Clean that up will you, then get out. You can go home early.” You grab the paper towels and wipe up the mess on the table before you head out of the conference room. You grab your bag and storm out of the building, heading towards the subway. You noticed the weird looks you seemed to attract, probably due to the coffee stain on your clothes. You just sighed and tried your best to ignore everyone.

You made it home and showered, tossing your clothes in the laundry room sink. You would worry about the stain later. You dressed in your pajamas and looked out your window. You didn’t see Peter in his room. You wiped a frustrated tear from your cheek and layed down on your bed. You would see Peter tomorrow, you could get one of his comforting hugs then. But for know, you would just have to sleep away the negative emotions.

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You swing your bag over your shoulder and head downstairs, dishing up a quick plate of breakfast. You push your breakfast around with a fork. “You okay, sweetheart?” Your grandma asks.

“Yeah, I’m just not very hungry. The internship is stressing me out.” You admit, setting the fork down.

“Don’t let that bitter man get to you.”

“That’s what Peter said…”

“He’s a smart boy.” Your grandma nods.

“I should probably get going. Don’t want to be marked absent.”

“Alright, Sweetheart. Have a good day.”

You pick your bag back up and head outside to meet Peter.

Peter isn’t outside when you walk out. You sit down on the front steps and wait for him. He comes out a few minutes later, “Sorry, sorry! I slept in!” He’s hurriedly slipping his jacket on. You stand up and hurry over to him. “Are you ready-” He lets out a soft gasp as you run into him, hugging him tightly. “You okay?”
You shake your head, face buried in his chest, “Hey, easy… I’m right here.” he wraps his arms around you tightly. “Jameson again?” you nod. Peter sighs and rests his chin on the top of your head. “It’s going to work out, I promise.” You pull away, and Peter wipes a tear from your cheek. “Come on, let's head to school. We can hang out all you want after.” You nod and pull away. Peter shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You pull it tightly around yourself and inhale his scent. Peter smiles and drapes an arm over your shoulder, walking with you towards the subway.

As you near the school’s entrance, you notice Flash approaching you. You close your eyes and groan. Peter squeezes you reassuringly. Flash cups his hands around his mouth, “Hey, losers! Have a good morning?”

“We did,” Peter responds plainly, trying to get away from Flash as quickly as possible.

“Oi, wearing your boyfriend's jacket again?” Flash asks. You ignore him, walking with Peter. “Come on, don’t ignore me. I just want to talk.”

“Not now, Flash,” Peter says, continuing forward, shielding you from Flash.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Parker.” Flash pauses when he spots Peter's busted lip and bruised face, “Woah, what happened to you?” Flash chuckles.

You stop and turn to Flash. “Knock it off, Flash. Not today.”

“Looks like someone hit you or something.” He taunts, ignoring you. “Come on, Parker, who’d you fight? Or did you even fight back?” You shoot Flash a glare, but he just continues, “Let me guess, you just stood there and took it?”

“I said, knock it off.”

“Something wrong?” he mocks. “Don’t want me to talk to your boyfriend like that?” You exhale sharply but say nothing.“What? No comebacks for today? Are you finally starting to become as dumb as you look?”

Peter steps forward and shoves Flash against the nearest tree. “We said, Not today, Flash.” Flash’s eyes widen.

You step forward, “Come on, Peter. Put him down.” You gently grab his arm. Peter narrows his eyes at Flash before setting him down. You gently tug at Peter’s arm. He turns to you and sighs, “Come on, we should get to class.” Peter follows you into the school.

“Are you okay?”

You wipe your eyes, preventing the tears that were threatening to spill. “I don’t know.” You said honestly. “Not really.”

“Do you have the internship after school?”

“Yeah, but then I’m free until Monday.”

“How about I pick you up from the Bugle after school? Would that be okay?” You nod. “Good, I’ll see you at lunch, okay? Then we can walk to chem together.” You nod, and Peter wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You hug him back, and he gently rests his chin on your head. “Hang in there until lunch. Okay?”

‘Okay.” You whisper hoarsely. Peter rests his lips against your forehead before pulling away. You reluctantly pull away. Peter squeezes your hand before heading off to his class. You take a deep breath and head to yours as well.

Your classes seem to drag on agonizingly slow. When lunch finally rolls around, you meet Peter in your usual spot. “Hey,” Peter says softly, scooting over for you to sit down. “Feeling any better?”

“I might after some food.” You say, picking up your school lunch and biting into it. Peter takes a bite of his lunch. He notices your expression and frowns slightly.

“You sure you’re up for the internship tonight?”

“I can’t skip it, Peter.” You take a bite of food. “Besides, it’s the last one for this week. Then I get a break.”

Peter wraps an arm around your side. “A whole two days with your cute neighbor?”

You smile and lean into his touch. “Yeah…” You say softly. Peter rests his chin on your head. Peter gives you a gentle squeeze before letting go. You lean to the side subconsciously following his touch.

“Eat up, okay? Get up your energy for that internship.” Peter smiles at you, watching as you go back to eating your lunch. He hated seeing how this internship was taking a toll on you. He sighed silently, wishing he could do something to help. But there wasn’t much he could do as Peter… a smile tugged at his lips. Maybe he could cheer you up in a different way, maybe a certain spandex-clad spider could.

Chemistry dragged on. Peter tried his best to cheer you up. But still, nothing seemed to work. The rest of the school day went similarly, with Peter trying his best to cheer you up between classes.

When the school day ended, Peter met up with you outside the school. You both began walking towards the subway together. “Don’t forget, I’ll walk you home from your internship, okay?” You nod, and Peter gives you a small nudge. “Hey, everything will be okay.”

You nod and wave goodbye as you exit at your stop. Peter waits a moment for you to leave before he sneaks off behind you. He heads into an alley and strips to his spider suit.

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You begin your walk towards the Bugle, sighing. “Hey, is that-” a voice calls. A soft commotion causes you to turn around.

“Funny seeing you here.” Spider-Man lands with a thwip.

“I- hi.” You say awkwardly. “I was wondering when I’d bump into you again.”

He chuckles softly.

“So, uh, any- any trouble yet?”

“No, not yet. But don’t jinx me. I’m just out patrolling. What brings you out here?”

You sigh, “The Bugle internship.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that.”

“Calling it an internship is a stretch.”

“Need a lift?”

“Oh- I don’t think-” but he didn’t let you finish. He scooped you up and began swinging.

“So, what’s going on at the Bugle?” You cling on tightly to him. “Not what you had hoped?”

“No, not really.” You call loudly over the wind. Spider-Man stops on a nearby building, and you take a minute to catch your breath.

“You okay?”

“Fine! Yeah, I’m just fine.” You take a breath. “It's just one more night before the weekend. Besides, my friend Peter is picking me up.”

“Peter, huh?” Spider-Man tilts his head.

“I- it’s not- we aren’t- he’s my friend, he lives next door.”

“Relax, I’m just messing around. Here, let’s get you down and onto the sidewalk.” He scooped you up and dropped down from the building. You cling to him, shrieking as he hopped down, catching you both with his webbing before hitting the ground.

“I, uh, thank you.” You nod, “I should probably get inside now.” You head inside and up the elevator to Jameson’s floor.

Two hours later, you storm out of the building, wiping the tears from your eyes as you head towards the subway station. You sit down in the subway car and bury your face in your hands. The subway came to a stop, and you grabbed your bag, hurrying off towards you’re neighborhood.

You throw open the front door and make your way up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door behind you. You toss yourself onto the bed and scream into your pillow. Next door, Peter feels the all too familiar tingle. He glances up from his homework and looks at your window, noticing you lying on your bed. Curiously, he stands up and slips out of his room. Peter makes his way to your window and knocks lightly.

You look up and wipe your eyes. You head towards the window and open it. “Hey,” Peter says softly. “Can I come in?” You wipe the tears from your eyes and nod. Peter slips inside your room. “What’s wrong? I thought I was picking you up tonight. Why are you back so early?”

You sit back down on your bed. “I just ruined any chance at being a journalist, ever.”

Peter frowns and joins you on the bed. “Why? What happened?”

“Jameson.”

Peter’s jaw clenches. Of course, it was Jameson. “Did he say something?”

“He was trying to write a new article, something about Spider-Man being evil or some bullshit, and I just- I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You stood up to Jameson?” Peter asks, eyes widening. You let out a small sob and pull Peter into a hug. Peter wraps his arms around you, holding you close, “Shhh, it’s okay.”

“He said that if I truly believed that Spider-Man was a good guy, then I had no place interning there.” You bury your face into his chest. “I told him that if he thought that, then I would just leave. He- he said that if I walked out, then he would make sure I never worked as a journalist at any publishing company in this city…”
Peter tightened his grip on you, furious that Jameson would ruin your future career over something as trivial as an opinion of his secret identity. “And I walked out.” You choke back a sob. “I walked out and slammed the door.” You sniffle.

“Hey,” Peter says softly, “It’s going to be okay. Don’t listen to Jameson. You can still be a journalist, you have too much talent to just give up.” Peter rests his chin on top of your head, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

“Thank you, Peter. You really are the sweetest guy I’ve met. I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”

“I’m the lucky one, trust me.” He whispers into your hair.

You place a light kiss on his shoulder. “I love you, Peter…”

“Y-you, you what?”

“I love you.” You repeat.

“You… you do?”

“Mhm…” You hum, cuddling against him.

“I… love you too.”

“You’re my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Peter felt a stab at his heart ‘Best Friend’. Of course, that's what you had meant. “I don’t know what I’d do without you either.” He softly presses a kiss to the top of your head. Peter buries his face in your hair.

“I hope I didn’t weird you out earlier today.”

“Weird me out? What makes you say that?”

You look up at him. “Earlier today, Flash called you my boyfriend. I didn’t correct him…”

“Why didn’t you?” You stay silent, unsure of what to say. “Y/n?” He prompts.

“Because… Because I’m starting to think maybe I do like you like that.”

Peter tries to swallow the shakiness from his voice, “You… you do?” More tears begin to well up in your eyes. “Hey… Hey, it’s okay. Why are you crying?”

“Because I really don’t want to lose you. I- I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t know what to do or how to act.”

“Lose me? You aren’t going to lose me… Look at me.” Peter gently lifts your chin, “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You aren’t freaked out?”

“Why would I be freaked out?” He wipes your tears away.

“I didn’t know if you felt the same…”

“Of course, I feel the same.” Peter smiles softly. “How could I not?”

You throw yourself towards him, knocking him onto his back. You wrap your arms tightly around him. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, quiet laughter escaping your lips through the tears. Peter brings his arms around you, brushing his fingers along your spine.

“God, I love you so much.” Peter continues to rub your back as your breathing slows down. He sighs softly as he feels your body relax against his.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, “You smell nice.”

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling. A small chuckle escaping his lips. You hum in response. Peter smiles and continues tracing patterns on your back. Peter can feel electricity thrum through his body at the feeling of you pressed against him, your breath tickling his neck.

“I’m still going to call you a dork, y’know?” You mutter playfully.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter laughs softly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“But you’re my dork.” Peter feels his face heat up. He bites the inside of his cheek and attempts to calm his breathing. “This feels nice.” You muse. Peter rakes his fingers through your hair.

“Can I tell you something?”

You lift your head to look at him. “Hmm?”

Peter swallows nervously, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do…”

You prop yourself up, “Yeah?”

Peter brushes some hair out of your face, his eyes fall down to your lips. You bite back a smile and lean in, pressing a soft kiss to him lips. Peter inhales sharply, a little caught off guard. He quickly recovers and flips you over, deepening the kiss. You smile against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Your fingers tangle in the ends of his hair, lightly scratching the back of his neck.

Peter groans softly, his hand lightly squeezing your hip. You pull away, taking a minute to catch your breath. Peter pulls back silently cursing himself for letting the kiss heat up so quickly. He looks down at you, seeing your flushed face. He suddenly can’t seem to bring himself to regret it.

“Who knew that shy, dorky Peter Parker, could be so dominant?”

Peter chuckled softly, his breathing slightly laboured. “Only for you.”

“Oh, and a charmer.”

“Only for you.” Peter gives you a lopsided smile.

“You really are too cute.”

“Hey… I’m supposed to be the one flirting with you.”

“We can flirt with each other.” You pull him down and place a gentle kiss against his lips.

“You’re so beautiful…” Peter whispers against your lips.

“And you’re gorgeous.” You rake your fingers through his hair.

Peter closes his eyes, a low hum escaping him. He lowers himself and buries his face in the crook of your neck. ‘Don’t stop. Please…” You continue to comb through his hair. Peter nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck. “You smell good…” Peter mutters against your neck. His fingers trail up from your hip, brushing up your side, lifting up your shirt.
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“Easy, Parker.” You push his hand back down.

He hums, biting back a smile before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?” He mutters between kisses.

“Mmm… yeah?”

“You’re teasing me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You notice his eyes flick down to your lips, causing you to smirk.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Why wouldn’t I enjoy kissing my cute neighbor.”

“You think you’d have some mercy, but no. You keep teasing me.”

“It’s too fun.”

“You’re a menace.” He chuckles.

“You love it~”

“Maybe I do, or maybe I need to find a way to shut you up.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm…” Peter leans in, pausing a moment before starting to tickle you.

“Peter! Oh my god, Peter! Stop!” You squirm. Peter continues to tickle you. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” You laugh.

“There…” Peter stops, his hands resting on your sides. You take a minute to catch your breath, just staring up at Peter. You pull him back down next to you, cuddling against him. Peter wraps his arms around you. “Comfy?”

“Very.”

“Good…” He murmurs, burying his face in your hair. His hands rub circles on your back.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” You ask softly, “I like when you hold me.”

“Of course.” Peter smiles, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Thank you for coming over, and cheering me up.”

“I’m always here for you, you know that.” Peter places a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know… and I’m here for you too.” you look up at him.

Peter looked down at you, a warm feeling consuming him, “Yeah…” He said softly, “yeah, I know.” Peter couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to have you care for him as much as he cared for you. The thought made him feel dizzy.

“Are you spending the night?” You ask.

“Mmm… I could, if you want me too.”

“I’d like that.” You admit, cuddling closer against him.

“Then I’ll stay.”

“And, it’s the weekend, so we can just relax all day. Do whatever we want.”

“Sounds like my kind of day.”

“Are you going to want pajamas, I imagine those clothes aren’t very comfy to sleep in.”

“Yeah, I probably should…”

‘Mmm… I guess I can let you go long enough for you to go grab some.”

“And whatever will you do without me for ten minutes.”

“Die from lack of affection probably.” You place a kiss on his jaw. Peter chuckles and kisses youre forehead, before standing up and heading towards your window. “Please don’t fall.”

“Relax, I’m a pro.” Peter climbs out your window and makes his way back to his. You start getting ready yourself. Peter knocks on your window ten minutes later. You push open the window and Peter smiles at you, taking in the sight of you cozied up in your pajamas.

“Hmm?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Jesus… you look cute in pajamas…”

You help Peter inside and tug him towards the bed. Peter’s arm wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You curl into his touch, hiding your face in his chest. Your hand slips under his shirt and rests on his abdomen. Peter shivers slightly, “Sorry, are my hands cold?”

“No, no it’s okay. It feels nice…” Peter relaxes under your touch and softly traces shapes on your back. “Your skin is soft.” He mutters, thinking out loud.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, your skin is way softer than mine. My hands are all calloused."

“Mmm… I don’t mind. I like your hands.”

“You really don’t mind?” You shake your head, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. Peter tightend his grip on you, holding you closer. “Jesus, I can’t believe how perfect you are.”

“You’re perfect too.”

“No, I’m far from perfect.”

“Don’t put yourself down like that.”

“I’m not putting myself down, I’m being honest. I’m a mess, and you deserve so much better…”

“Peter,” You sit up and look at him, “I love you, okay? Don’t you dare, for one second think that you don’t deserve my love. You deserve it, you deserve the world…”

Peter stares silently for a moment, swallowing hard. Your words made his heart flutter, the conviction in your voice had him believing you, “You… you really mean that?” You hold out your pinkie and Peter smiles, he intertwines his pinkie with yours.

“I promise,”

Peter smiles and pulls you against his chest again, “I love you, too.” He rests his chin on top of your head, “Never doubt it, okay? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted…” You let out a shaky breath, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?”

You exhale, “Yeah, I just… i’ve never loved anyone like this before… it scares me.” Peter holds you closer, combing through your hair.

“I know how you feel…”

“It’s getting late, we should probably get some sleep…”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Peter glances over at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

You sit up, “Alright, get comfy.” Peter’s smile falters when you sit up, “Pete, you won’t be comfortable sitting up against the headboard like that,”

“I guess you're right,” Peter adjusts how he’s laying. You cuddle up next to him and he hums softly, “Much better.” Peter enjoyed having you cuddled up against him like this. His hand drew lazy circles on your skin.

“Good Night, Pete…” You mutter softly.

“Good night, sweetheart.”