Summary: It’s you and Peters’ sixth month anniversary but you get in robbed on the way to his apartment. Thank God Spider-Man is there to save you… and kiss you??
Warning: cute i think… probably, kissing, knife, confessions, lol bad writing :D
I NEED REQUESTS I’M DYING INSIDE- I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS GODDAMN MOVIE
I walked down the street late at night after going to the corner store to get some chips and drinks. Tonight was Peter and Is’ sixth month anniversary. We were gonna just watch a movie and cuddle.
“God- today has been the best day and I can’t wait to be in Peters’ arms.” I mumbled to myself, smiling. I put my change back into my wallet but while doing so heard a faint ‘shhe’ sound. I turned and say a knife being pointed at me. I screamed when my attacker advanced at me but then covered my mouth.
“Give me all you’ve got.” He yelled. My eyes widen and I looked at my wallet. Oh shit. I hardly breathed and did as he said. Tears stung my eyes as I took out the few dollars I had. Just as I looked back up at him a familiar man in a red and blue suit swung down and kicked him against the wall. Spider-Man. He webbed him against it so he couldn’t move. He lifted his mask over his nose and ran up to me, holding my arms.
“Are you all right?” He asked. I nodded and he pulled me in for a hug. “Oh- thank God.” My face probably looked really confused cause I had no clue why this man, who is friggin Spider-Man, was hugging me and saying that he’s glad I’m ok. He pulled away and did another unexpected thing. He kissed me. Oh my God. Spider-Man was kissing me. And I liked it. His lips tasted sweet, like cherry chapstick. He leaned back pulling his mask back down. He saw my face, which was probably as red as a tomato, and silently said 'shit’.
“I-I have to go- I-I’m s-sorry. Ha, I guess I thought you- were someone else… or.. somethin- Bye!” He stuttered and then webbed at a building beside us. He was so fast that my eyes couldn’t even follow him. I just kissed Spider-Man. But Peter… I feel so bad.
I walked into Peter’s apartment and made a b-line for his room, waving at May on the way. I opened the door and saw Peter putting on a shirt on, but my mind was too clouded to be affected by his… nevermind. I was affected by him being shirtless. My face was beat red for the second time this night. He turned to me.
“H-Hey- babe.” He stuttered. He never stuttered around me. He knows. Maybe not but what if he does! He might have seen me and- “Babe?” I shook my head.
“Wha- Hi-” He smiled and then walked over to me, giving me a peck on the lips… Cherry chapstick? Strange. Oh god maybe I’m delusional and my mind is tricking me into remembering Spider-Mans lips.
“How was your night?” He asked while talking the bags out of my hands.
“I-It was… a night.” I said as I sat on his bed.
“I need to tell you something. And you can’t hate me- please.” I blurted out. He looked at me and blushed.
“I would neve-”
“I kissed someone else!” I bit my lip after said the last word. I still felt really guilty tho. I can’t just kiss some other guy and enjoy it. I had to fess up. Peter sighed. Oh no… is he mad? He walked over to his closet and grabbed something. What was he doing? I stood up and looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing, Peter?” I asked. He turned to me holding something red and blue. It looked like a onesie.
“You didn’t kiss another guy babe.” He said. I looked at the onesie again but… it wasn’t a onesie. It all set it. Spider-Man was…
“P-Peter you'r-” He moved his hand towards me and a web shot from his wrist. It attached to hip and he pulled me to him. He dropped his suit and wrapped his arms around me. I gasped. For a second I got angry. “Oh- I can’t belie-” He shut me up by kissing me. Now I could connect the two. Both Spider-Man and Peter both used cherry chapstick, and both of them had smooth yet somehow still chapped lips. I couldn’t be mad at him for keeping a secret like this so I kissed him back. After a bit he pulled away he looked at me.
“You’re not mad?” He asked. I shook my head and smiled.