Peter Parker has the best girlfriend ever
Peter Parker x Reader
I've been MIA for the longest time because the inspo just hasn't been there. But I've gotten away from university for a few days, and this is what came from my peaceful time alone
"I'm so sorry, baby," said Peter. He stood on top of a building, watching a bank robbery happening opposite. A bag full of snacks and two pairs of his favourite pyjamas lay discarded beside him, and Peter made a mental note to pick it up later. The wind was biting, but Peter didn’t care. His attention was split evenly between his girlfriend and the bank robbery.
This was not the first time he had flaked on date night, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. He and his girlfriend both knew. But Peter Parker had the most understanding girlfriend in the world.
"It's okay, Pete," she said. Peter could picture her now, snuggled up in her bed, waiting to change into a pair of his pyjamas, with her snack basket filled and her laptop loaded up with a Christmas movie. "Go... save the world."
It wasn't quite saving the world, but she made Peter smile. She always made Peter smile. Y/N was the most understanding person in the world. "I'll be at yours as soon as I can. Don't open the chocolate without me."
After that, Peter had no choice but to hang up. The bank robbery had started to wrap up and Peter had to stop them. He put his phone in his bag, pulled his mask over his face, and swung down to the bank. "You guys have ruined my date night."
“What the fuck?” One of the bank robbers dropped his white bag filled with green notes and swung a bat at Peter.
It was cartoon-y, how these robbers were behaving. The white bags, the notes flying all over the place. Their ski masks weren’t masks at all, but unfolded beanies with the eyeholes cut out. “Wait, can I get a picture? My girlfriend is going to love this.”
Y/N’s family loved Peter. Somehow, he’d never been late to dinner with her parents. Either criminals decided to take the day off, to let Peter have his dinner, or for once somebody else was cleaning up the city in his stead.
But not tonight.
“I’ll be maybe ten minutes late,” he said as he swung through the city. His suit was discarded, but his tie was still around his neck.
Y/N had her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she put in a pair of earrings. Dinners like these were a big deal to her parents. The whole family dressed up fancy, all of her sibling’s partners were invited and they had at least three courses. “Pete, babe, it’s fine. I’ll cover you.” And, as she said it, she didn’t sound disappointed at all.
Peter really had the best girlfriend in the world. “Holy shit, I love you,” he said, only just noticing his tie. But it was too late to remove it now. “Please send me the cover story.”
They said their goodbyes (with Y/N begging him to stay safe) and went to do their things. Peter fought the bad guy, managing to keep his rather expensive tie intact. Y/N finished getting dressed for dinner and went downstairs to greet her parents.
Her siblings and their partners were already downstairs, drinks in their hands.
“There she is!” Called her brother as Y/N stepped into the room. He checked his watch and feigned a frown. “Not like that boyfriend of yours to be late, is it?”
With her hands clasped behind her back, Y/N rocked on her heels. “Actually, Peters gonna be late today,” she said, hoping they weren’t going to ask anymore questions.
“That Parker boy is never late,” her father said, “What’s holding him up?”
Before now, Y/N hadn’t thought of an excuse for Peter. She had just hoped they wouldn’t ask, and then he could’ve come up with his own backstory. (Peter had gotten good at that).
“Uhh…His house… caught fire? And his aunt… is in the hospital… with death?” oh yeah no this was not going well. “Oh! And the tire on his bike popped.”
Yes. That was very believable.
But nobody questioned it as Y/N sat beside her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. “He’ll be here soon.”
Her eyes shifted to the floor, which only made everything more believable. She pulled out her phone and sent Peter the cover story, just seconds before the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” She shouted, jumping up.
Racing to the front door, Y/N pulled it open to see Peter stood there, still sorting out his suit. “You are so lucky nobody else answered the door,” she said and buttoned up his shirt correctly. “I sent you over the cover story,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.
Pulling him into the house, Y/N pushed him towards her father. “Hello, Mr L/N! Sorry, I’m late, my tire burst.”
Suddenly, Y/N’s mother came running out of the kitchen. “Peter, my dear!” She shouted and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about May and your house. You can stay here for as long as you need!” She cried, running her fingers through her hair. He looked at Y/N with her brows furrowed. ‘Go with it’, she mimed. “How about we all go and visit May as soon as we’re finished with dinner?”
“Oh! Please, Mrs L/N. That’s not necessary.” Peter pulled away from his girlfriend’s mother and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Can I have a word with you upstairs?” He asked her, and Y/N allowed herself to be pulled up to her bedroom.
As soon as the door was shut Y/N was wrapped around him. “I missed you,” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Missed me so much you told your family that May was in the hospital?”
“And that your house burnt down,” she said quietly, laying her head on his chest. “I know I said I’d cover for you, but I’m not very good at it, Pete.” Her arms snaked around his middle, sitting beneath his blazer.
Peter’s phone suddenly buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned once he looked at it. “Oh god, what is it?” Asked Y/N, looking up at Peter with wide eyes.
“Baby, I love you but, I’ve got to go. I swear this’ll-”
“It’s okay, Peter, I know.”
Peter kissed her. It was slow, yet oh so intense. One of those kisses that makes you gasp. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.”
tasm!peter x reader
"the waiter was flirting with you"
"he couldn't stop staring at you. i thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head."
warnings: pure fluff, baby.
"hey," peter whispers to you, a bit urgently.
you don't look up from your menu, thinking fanciful thoughts of bankrupting peter. "hmm?"
"we have to go."
you look up, frowning.
peter's got an urgent look on his face. his frown matches yours.
if he didn't look so disturbed you might take the moment to appreciate the shirt he's wearing, sleeves rolled up past his forearm. you might even stare a little bit.
but peter is frowning. and there is something wrong.
"what?" you ask him, looking around. "what's going on?"
"we have to leave."
peter does not elaborate any further, because why would he?
"okay..." you drawl, blinking at him. "why?"
you look out the window to your left for any incoming disasters. if there was a possibility that anyone in this restaurant were to get hurt, you're sure peter wouldn't be just sitting there, waiting to have a conversation about death.
but there's no monster outside. no robberies. no impending doom that he might need to tend to.
your brow furrows even deeper. you stare at him, expectant.
"the waiter was flirting with you," peter mutters, casting a glance toward the man on the other side of the restaurant.
the man who you thought was perfectly pleasant, thank you very much.
"he couldn't stop staring at you. i thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head."
you snort, a bit confused. "peter," you say, a strange sort of smile on your face. "what?"
"if i have to watch him drool all over you again, i might spontaneously combust."
you close your menu, staring at him.
"i'm serious, babe, we have to go."
"we already ordered bread. and drinks."
"i'll pay triple however much that cost. the waiter gets no tip," peter furrows his brows, considering. "okay, fine. he gets fifteen percent."
"baby," peter whines, like a child. you might find it a little bit cute. "please? i'm having a hard enough time already."
"what?" you frown. "why?"
he blinks at you. does a slow up and down your body, raising his eyebrows.
you think back to hands that had lingered on every inch of skin they could find on the way there. about eyes that could've burned you to the core.
"oh," you cross your arms, self-conscious. "i thought you were kidding earlier when you said that--"
peter stares at you blankly.
"okay. not kidding."
his head drops down to the table, and if not for his muffled voice you might hear him groan.
"leaf pile," you coo, softly. "i think it'll be alright. i'll even hold your hand when he comes back over."
peter does not budge at the nickname, but you snicker internally, reaching a hand out to mess up his hair.
he sits up, fixing it with a frown--as if it's at all salvageable.
"is this what we've come to?" peter asks you, shaking his head. "you have to bribe me with affection? you only want to hold my hand to turn away the poor waiter--"
"it's always been like this."
peter points a finger at you. "not true."
you scoff. "on our first date you tried to get me to stay up all night so we could watch the sunset--"
"--that would've been romantic."
"--and i had to bribe you with a goodnight kiss. just so you would let me go home."
peter smiles like he's still pleased with himself. "you didn't want to leave. i was trying to help."
"you just wanted to make out on the subway."
"that's disgusting," peter says, looking away from you finally. his menu is still open, on the table, waiting to be looked at. "we could go to the diner across from your apartment."
"we went there last week."
"great service," peter says, nonchalantly.
"this is supposed to be a fancy date, peter."
"what's fancier than sharing a milkshake?"
peter purses his lips, a hand going to scratch at his lips. there are about ten seconds of silence.
you use it to stare at him and wonder how he could possibly feel intimidated by anyone else.
"fine," peter says, "we'll order dessert to go. and then we'll go get pizza."
you open your mouth. close it.
"you like pizza," peter reassures you.
"i also like having a nice dinner with my boyfriend."
"that can be arranged."
you sigh. "even if we order dessert to go, we'll still have to talk to david again."
peter gawks at you. "you know his name?"
"he literally introduced himself. it was the first thing he said."
"you remembered his name?"
you wave a hand. "peter. you don't need to be jealous. maybe he just saw something on my face."
peter sits back and crosses his arms. he raises an eyebrow at you, to which you smile back innocently.
he says i know what you're doing without the words.
"there's nothing on your face," peter says, dryly. "besides pure perfection."
peter runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "you're right," he relents, sighing.
"it's okay, baby, like i said--"
"it doesn't matter where we go," peter interrupts. "everyone's going to stare at you anyway."
"...not where i was going with that."
"i guess i just need to accept reality."
"i don't think--"
"i mean," peter finally looks you right in the eye, a hint of a smile playing on his face. "how lucky am i?"
your face goes blank, for just a moment.
and then, completely despite yourself, you smile at him, skin tingling at the intensity of his stare.
of his teasing and gentle laughter as he smiles back.
and, really, it's not your fault that you have to lean across the table to kiss him.
he's just so goddamn irresistible.
after a couple of seconds--and an ahem from the table beside you--you sit back down, opening your menu once again. you smile while you try and decide what to eat.
and try to come up with the perfect way to get peter back for all of that. you've gotten as far as thanking the waiter profusely when he comes back.
it's only a minute later when he whispers to you:
"can i at least order the most complicated thing on the menu just to mess with him?"
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