IMAGINE !
o. PETER MAKES YOU HAPPY, JUST LIKE YOU MAKE HIM HAPPY  . . .

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Homework sheets were scattered across your bed and were slowly falling onto the floor, not seeming as important to you at the moment. Your mind was focused on the chemistry questions that were still unanswered on your paper despite the amount of time you were given to do them.

Usually, you would have called Peter for help, but it was two in the morning and you didn't want to wake him up. At least, you assumed he was sleeping considering that he didn't pick up his phone when you called hours ago. It was unusual; him not being awake this early in the morning, but he had been extremely stressed about 'helping the city' recently, and you didn't want to interrupt his much-needed slumber.

Instead, you spent hours attempting to understand a few problems, and you were on the verge of giving up not to mention tears. Your eyes began to close more and more every second, tiredness taking over your entire body.

The series of knocks on your window provoked your body to, quite literally, jump out of bed. There was no possible way that you were going to get any sleep now. However, it being a Friday night helped your brain in the slightest bit, giving you time to make sure you had the homework figured out by Monday morning.

On instinct, your feet dragged you over to the window that held the entrance to the fire escape. You carefully pried the curtains open. revealing a bruised and poor-looking version of Peter Parker. You should have known.

The mere ounce of sleep you had in your system was long gone now, simply just wanting to help your boyfriend get patched up for the millionth time. Your fingers fiddled with the window's lock, finally managing to open it up and slide it open.

Peter immediately rushed inside, words swiftly spilling out of his mouth. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't make out a single word that he was saying. Instead of standing around and trying to get him to calm down, you slipped out of your room and into the hallway. Careful not to wake up your parents in the other room, you quickly grabbed the first-aid kit and returned to see Peter sat on your bed and working on your homework.

❝You're the only person I know that could work on homework when they're battered and bruised,❞ You laughed, noticing the numerous amounts of injuries on his face alone. Apart of you was thankful that he had come to you instead of hiding it, but the other was worried about how often he was getting injured. You spoke up, trying to relieve the awkwardness that was floating in the air. ❝So, what'd you get into this time?❞

Peter hesitated for a second. ❝I, uh, saved some puppies from being kidnapped and then showered in their kisses. Like, I'm serious.❞ You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to how this all related to the cuts and bruises on his face.

❝The dogs all jumped on me. It felt like crowd surfing but vice versa.❞

A laugh escaped from your throat, just the image alone of puppies swarming Peter bringing you to tears of amusement.

❝You know, you make me happy, Peter.❞ You admitted, sticking tiny, colorful band-aids onto the numerous cuts on his face.

He smiled. ❝Really?❞

With a simple nod of your head, you watched as his expression twisted into confusion as you spoke. ❝Yeah, except for when you do stupid shit like this.❞

❝You make me happy too, y/n.❞ He emphasized your name, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

･･･

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

I can never figure out how to end my chapters and it's getting on my nerves blegh

anyways I'm on a writing streak yayy

MY NOTES ARE FILLED WITH BOOK IDEAS I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE FUTURE OF THIS BOOK !