Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

{AU} When You're With Me

Bad boy Peter :) And I might be basing this off my boyfriend so high levels of fluff ahead

Your phone lit up with a confused text message from your friend. You glanced over at it and were able to get the jist of it before your phone screen blackened. She was wondering why you were skipping school to be with your sick boyfriend. While debating how to answer, you heard a nasty cough from the other room and the next second you were beside your 'dying' boyfriend.

"That sounded horrible. Are you okay?" you whispered, fretting over him. His forehead was hot and snot was running down his face.

"I'm fine," Peter said, blowing his nose and trying not to look like crap. It didn't work based on your concerned expression and tender touch. "You should be at school."

"Since when have you cared about my education?" You offered a smile but his coughing returned and it dropped immediately. "Baby that doesn't sound good."

"I'll be fine." He tried to brush off your hands but you grabbed his face so he was forced to look at you.

"Peter, listen to me, okay?" He rolled his eyes but nodded. "I am going to stick to you like glue until you feel better."

"You don't have to," he croaked.

"My man needs me." You tilted your head and smiled. "It's just us, you can drop your bad boy facade." He sighed and placed his cold hands over yours.

"Thanks love." He had everyone else convinced he was an asshole, but to you he was the sweetest guy you'd ever met. When it was just the two of you, he was more affectionate, loving, and caring than anyone had ever been to you. To be quite honest you loved him, but you were scared to tell him.

"So what can I do for you my king?" That got a small smile out of him.

"A hot rag on my head would feel amazing." You headed for the bathroom, found a washcloth, ran it under hot water, then came back. You had him sit up for a second so you could sit on the couch with his head in your lap, then you placed the rag on his head. He closed his eyes and mumbled a thank you.

"Of course baby, I got you." You ran a hand through his hair and he sighed. Your nails lightly grazed his head as you played with his hair. His expression relaxed.

"You keep doing that and I'm going to fall asleep."

"Then go to sleep baby."

"Are you sure?" He opened his eyes to gaze worriedly up at you.

"I will be just fine." You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. "You need your rest." He closed his eyes again and you resumed playing with his hair. It was so soft; you could do this for hours.

"You're going to get sick you know," he mumbled out through barely parted lips. If he didn't just speak you would've thought he was asleep.

"That doesn't bother me."

"But this is a really bad sick." You shook your head as a gentle smile lit up your face.

"Which is why I'm trying to help you through it."

"You're precious babe." He peeked open an eye to look up at you and smile. Your heart melted.

"I love you." Snapping a hand to your mouth, your eyes widened in horror. "Um, I mean-"

"I love you too (Y/N)." He didn't even open his eyes. You sat gaping for a minute before he looked up at you. "What?"

"I just didn't expect that," you managed to get out. He shook his head at you but grinned regardless.

"You're precious." You flushed, somehow his sweet words still making your belly fill with butterflies. You placed a kiss on his nose, making him scrunch it up.

"You get your sleep. I'll be here when you wake up. Oh, and baby?" He hummed. "I really do love you." You swore you say red tint his cheeks as a big goofy grin lit up his face.

"I love you too, sweetheart."