Summary: In the present time, you’re the only person who knows Peter Parker is Spiderman. With no one other than his girlfriend to turn to, he shows up at your place with cuts and bruises, and you tend to him with bandages and love.
Characters: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 1,466
Warnings: Injuries, worrying, fluff overload? This one is pretty fluffy, if I do say so myself.
Author’s Note: So this is my first time ever writing Peter Parker, so I’d really appreciate it if you guys told me how I did. I just want to make sure I’m characterizing him well before I start taking requests for him. Also, how do we feel about adding him to the Preferences if this goes well? Yes, no, maybe so? Once it was mentioned, you guys seemed to jump at the idea, and he’s a cutie so why not? Gif is not mine!
Author’s Love: I swear on my life, in the mere 24 hours or so that I uploaded Midnight Snack and the first Avenger’s Preference, this blog grew like a chia plant! It makes me SO HAPPY, and every mere like makes me melt (but maybe the porn robot blogs can spread the love somewhere else). I love you guys so much!
The last time you checked the clock, it was 11:24 pm.
Where is he? You frantically darted your eyes towards the clock again, and three minutes had already passed. That’s it. It’s basically confirmation that he’s dead.
Whenever you tell him about your worries, he tells you that you’re worrying too much. That he’ll always come back to you with open arms. It had become a tradition of sorts that he’d stop by your place every night just so that he could see your face. Just so that you knew he was okay. But knowing that he was Spiderman, knowing that he would put himself in danger while fully aware of the risks, made you paranoid. As you lay on your back, head propped up on your pillow and hot chocolate gone cold, millions of thoughts and memories began to stir in your head. The more they lingered, the more your mind drifted to one of your fondest memories of the two of you together.
“Ma’am?” you heard a voice call from you window at the unholy hour of 2:56 am. Your head snapped towards the window, the soft voice immediately recognizable. “Do you mind if I step in for a bit?” You ran to the glass pane, fumbling with the frame until it popped open. Peter jumped inside, shutting the window behind him. He slipped his mask off to reveal his messy hair and smiling face.
“Where on earth have you been?” you practically yelled, hitting his arm. “I’ve been worried sick all night. You could have been hurt, or-or even worse, I-I-” you could barely speak as your voice began to crack. Without even thinking about it, he put his one hand behind your hand and the other arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He let you bury your face in his neck and stain his skin with your liquified fears.
“Hey,” he cooed. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s alright. I swear babe, I’m right here.” Your arms tightly wrapped around his middle, holding onto him like he could drift away at any moment. The crook of his neck swallowed the majority of your sobs, and slowly it started to sink in that his warm arms were wrapped around you. That his chin was resting on the top of your head, and that his sweet voice was lingering in your ears. That he was there.
Even as your sobs began to lessen, he didn’t stop whispering sweet nothings in your hair. You could feel your muscles relax as he gently pressed his lips to your head, nuzzling his nose into your scalp.
Once you had calmed down enough to speak, you pulled away from him, guilt rising in your chest.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, sniffling while the back of your hand rose to dab your eyes. “I shouldn’t upset you like this. I’m just being selfish-”
“Selfish?” he repeated. “You think your being selfish? Babe, that’s the farthest thing from what you are.” You furrowed your eyebrows, your red and puffy eyes accompanying a confused pout.
“Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. He laced his fingers with yours and tugged on your arm, pulling you into his lap so that your legs were draped over his thighs. “You are anything but selfish. Would a selfish person stay up until three a.m. just so that they could greet me before I went home? Would a selfish person become restless at the mere thought of me being in harms way?” You looked down at your lap, biting your lip and shrugging.
“It’s just, every night you go out and fight the good fight, and the first thing you get when you come here is tears and worry.” You can hear him chuckle softly.
“Those tears warm my heart, babe,” he said, wrapping his arms around you once again. His lips found your earlobe, speaking into it quietly. “You’re crying because you care. You care about me, and that makes me happy.” Your lips curl into a soft smile.
“Well, as long as you’re happy…” he pulled away from your ear with a smile, pressing his lips to yours.
The memory brought a smile to your lips. Just you, alone in your room with a smile.
Tap tap tap. You looked towards the window of your dimly lit room, where Peter finally rested. But his demeanor was…tired. His shoulders were slugged downward, his palm was flat against the glass, and most of all, he wasn’t wearing his mask. All things considered, you rushed to the window in hopes that nobody saw his face. But you wished you hadn’t.
There on his cheek rested a blue and purple bruise, and a cut lingered just above his nose. Not wanting to even think about if there was anything else on him, you helped him through the widow, shutting it behind as usual.
“I’ve been thinking of you,” he rasped, supported by your shoulders as he couldn’t help but put his entire body weight on you. You rolled your eyes, gently letting him down on the bed.
“No,” he interrupted, putting his thumb to your bottom lip from where he way laying down. “Don’t do that. I’m sorry about this, bothering you. But you knew that I’d get beat up eventually. Not everyone is a petty thief that looks like my Uncle’s shooter.” You scrunched up your face, biting you lip in concern. As much as it pained you to admit it, he was right. You always knew that one of these days he wouldn’t come home completely unscathed, and that scared you to death.
“I know,” you admitted. “Just-just let me fix you up?” He gave you a weak smile.
“Who else?” You kissed his cheek and got up, heading to your bathroom. You washed your hands, finding a first aid kit and putting soap and water on a towel, taking them back to him.
“When did you become a nurse?” he teased.
“I know enough,” you defended. “I’m going to guess that whoever this was got more than just your pretty-boy face.” He gave you guilty eyes. “You need to take off the suit.” He groaned, not wanting to do anything but lay on your bed. You you forced him to sit up, then helping him get on his feet. Blushing the whole time, you fumbled with his suit until it was off of him.
It was moments like these that you thanked the Holy Lord that he was wearing clothes underneath his suit. It may have only been bikers shorts, but it was something. Otherwise you’d probably have your entire bloodstream travel to your face, and then you’d feel bad about worrying him.
“Are you okay?” he asked weakly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You look a little red.”
“I-I’m fine,” you assured. “Stop worrying about me. Look at yourself!” He had a large bruise on his hip, a cut that traveled from his stomach to his chest, a giant bruise on his back, and another cut that traveled along his thigh. You felt yourself fighting back tears, but you wouldn’t let yourself cry. Not again, not now.
“Sorry, babe,” he apologized. You sighed sincerely.
“Don’t apologize for getting hurt,” you told him. “I want you to just, relax.” He made an attempt at doing so, closing his eyes. But he couldn’t anymore the moment you pressed the washcloth to his face, beginning to clean the wound.
You saw him bite his lip to suppress a groan, riddling your heart with guilt. After what seemed like an eternity of suppressed grunts of pain, you had successfully wrapped up his leg and chest. You got up from the bed, leaving to get ice.
“Where are you going?” he pouted.
“You need to get ice on those bruises,” you explained.
“You’re doing all this, but you’ll kiss them all better, right?” he asked with a grin. You giggled, rolling your eyes.
“Not now,” you dismissed. You tiptoed out of the room, sneaking a bunch of ice packs and paper towels from the kitchen, lugging then back with you. When you closed the door behind you, he asked again.
“Will you kiss them better now?”
“Not now,” you said. You wrapped three ice packs in paper towels, handing him one to press to his face and another to rest on his hip. You placed the third one over the bruise on his back, helping him lay down on it.
“Now?” he asked again.
“Now,” you grinned, pressing your lips against his bruises and over the bandages that were on his cuts. “Satisfied, Peter Parker?” He pursed his lips.
“Not quite.” He pulled you down by the back of your neck, pressing his lips against yours. “Now I’m all better.”
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The cutest thing my friend Jonas does is he likes to switch from English to his native language and I get very confused and he just laughs at me like please I will get daniel to beat u up don’t laugh at me
Mob would be in Hufflepuff. He’s kind, hardworking, friendly, honest, and gentle. He dislikes violence, is fair, and modest (ex: doesn’t use his power on normal people and he doesn’t think highly off himself despite being a strong esper) Believes people change and is willing to give them a second chance
Ritsu would probably be in Slytherin. He’s done some nasty stuff, but overall he is loyal, cunning, and achievement oriented. He aims for perfection in almost everything he does and isn’t afraid to bend the rules in his favor.
Despite his asshole personality in the beginning, I believe Hanazawa would be in Ravenclaw. He’s a talented student, witty, holds SOME wisdom (ex: telling Ritsu not to follow in his footsteps), values learning, and is willing to teach others (ex: helping the Awakening Lab kids improve in their psychic abilities) “He is noted to be a good leader, but he apparently has trouble remaining humble.”
I don’t know for sure, but I think Shou might be in Gryffindor? He’s determined, courageous, and daring (ex: goes against his father despite their difference in power and experience)
Kamuro Shinji would either be in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. He, too, is willing to bend the rules to his benefit, strives for perfection, and is achievement oriented. Despite what he’s done, he is a good leader.
Tome would probably be in Gryffindor. She’s determined, daring, and isn’’t afraid to speak her mind.
Mezato Ichi would be Ravenclaw or Slytherin. She’s persistent, clever, and curious. She’ll do whatever she needs in order to find the answer (ex: infiltrating a sketchy cult)
Onigawara would probably be in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. He’s a great student, has strong beliefs, and is willing to fight for what he believes in.
Musashi would be in Gryffindor. He’s brave, a great leader, cares about his friends and will do anything for them.
If you have any ideas/thoughts, please feel free to add them! (also sorry if this has been done before// although I’ve been in the fandom for awhile, I haven’t seen any posts like this)
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