IMAGINE !
o. PETER ISN'T THAT GOOD AT
KEEPING SECRETS . . .

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Your eyes shot open, swiftly noticing the sound of someone--or rather something tapping on your bedroom window at...two in the morning?

Trying not to make any noticeable sounds or movements in case it was some type of criminal, you scavenged your nightstand for your phone. Fortunately enough, it only took you a mere five seconds to find it and manage to tap on one of the contacts; one that belonged to someone you utterly trusted.

What seemed like hours passed before a familiar ringtone echoed through your room. You sighed in relief when you remembered that your safety was in your room. However, he was nowhere to be found.

You muttered curse words under your breath, wondering if he had left in the middle of the night. However, his navy blue backpack along with all his school work scattered on your bedroom floor convinced you otherwise. The fact that there was something at your window may have completely slipped your mind for a split second.

Finally looking back to the sheer-covered curtain, you noticed that not a single soul was behind the windowsill, to your relief. Still taking caution, you emerged from the comfort from the bed, making your way towards the window.

Pulling back the curtains, you were met with the familiar sight of a piece of paper taped up to the glass. This was the fourth time this week. Just last night, you had gotten a glimpse of whoever was leaving you those messages, and you honestly couldn't wrap your mind around the idea of a superhero leaving you notes in the middle of the night.

A pair of hands snaked around your waist, scaring you half-to-death. You let a little yelp slip past your lips, trying to rid whoever's grasps was on you.

❝Woah, woah. It's okay y/n, it's just me!❞ The familiar voice that echoed through your ears melted all your fears away.

You immediately stopped squirming, feet landing on the ground with a tiny thud. Swiveling your body around, you came face-to-face with your boyfriend.

Lightly punching his shoulder, your voice barely reached a whisper.

❝You can't just sneak up on people like that, Peter!❞ you paused. ❝Where were you, anyways?❞

Although only a sliver of the moon was the only thing that illuminated the room, you could tell that Peter's face scrunched up in confusion.

❝I-uh-kitchen.❞ he muttered, taking your hand and dragging you back to the mountain of blankets seated on top of your bed; simply awaiting to engulf your bodies in complete warmth.

You squirmed around for a few seconds; trying to find a comforting place, head carefully rested on Peter's shoulder. Although you wanted to interrogate him about where he was, his fingers combing through your hair was attracting slumber more with each second that passed.

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You awoke slowly, hearing a rather loud thud emit from somewhere around your room. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you noticed that Peter was gone—once again. Simply assuming that the noise was him leaving, your head plopped back onto your pillow; hoping to get a little more sleep in your system.

To your dismay, a hand slammed down onto your duvet, erasing any trace of slumber from your head. Your hand covered your heart, feeling as if it was beating out of your chest.

❝I just fell off the bed, no worries. I'm okay,❞ Peter groaned, getting up off from the floor and resurfacing on the bed.

You pulled the hood of his hoodie up over your head. ❝You really have a thing for scaring me, huh?❞

Peter shrugged, attempting to suppress the small smile that wanted to appear on his lips. One of the many things that he loved about you was that you always stole his clothes from his room, then proceeded to wear them like nothing had ever happened. It was the cutest thing, in his opinion. And he simply adored seeing you in his oversized hoodies—let alone his shirts and sweatpants.

It took a few seconds for him to wrap you in his arms once again. ❝Oh yeah, who, uh, was that note from? You know—from last night?❞

You furrowed your eyebrows, not entirely sure how he knew about the note; considering that you hadn't even mention a trace of it in the past twenty-four hours.

❝Or, uh, was that a dream that I had?❞ you nodded at the suggestion, still confused at whatever idea Peter was tying to get at.

❝You really aren't good at keeping secrets, are you, Parker?❞ you asked. Peter still attempted to cover up his secret with a rather large amount of mumbling.

You dragged yourself up from the comfortable spot you were at, now sitting up and looking at Peter with curiosity. ❝You know about the notes that I hardly ever told you about. You were gone when I got them. You're the Spider-Man, Peter. It's not that hard to composite the picture.❞

A small laugh slipped out of his lips, pulling you closer into his hug. He pressed a small kiss to your forehead, realizing just how much he loved you.

❝We could probably win a game of Clue if we wanted.❞ He suggested, staring up at your blank-colored ceiling. A moment of silence passed before you both bursted into laughter.

❝The first thing that came to your mind was Clue? My God, Peter.❞

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 !

I'm hoping I can get a whole ass
bunch of prompts done tonight so
I have them for the rest of the week,
fingers crossed!

also uhm I see twenty one pilots in 3
days??? I'm not emotionally ready. They're
playing all emotional songs in a row
and one of them is taxi cab???

um also chlorine NOR smithereens
is on the setlist, so I'm suing smh