Peter Parker x Reader

i'll still be here

A knock on your bedroom window snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look up.

Your shoulders relax upon noticing that it's only Peter. You quickly make your way over from your desk and slide the window open enough so he'll be able to duck inside. Once he's taken his mask off and sat down on your bed, you let out a soft gasp.

"Peter..."

He shakes his head and glances down at his lap. "I'm okay."

You take a seat next to him and cup his face in your hands, lifting it up to face you. "Your eye – God, what happened?" you ask, reaching under your bed for where you always keep your first-aid kit.

"It was nothing I couldn't handle," Peter shrugs. "I promise I'm fine."

You sigh. "Let me take care of you. Please," you whisper.

"You're sure you don't mind?" he asks quietly.

"No. Not if it's you."

His eyes follow your every move as you clean the cuts on his face. You apologize profusely every time he winces, to which he chuckles. "It's okay, y/n."

When you're finished, you look over your work and nod. "Those cuts should heal pretty quickly. The black eye might take a little longer, though..."

After you've put all of the stuff back in the first-aid kit, you sit next to him, nearly pressed against his side.

"What would I do without you?" Peter asks, letting out a small chuckle.

In a moment of self-doubt, you let out a small scoff. "I'm sure you'd survive."

He furrows his eyebrows and frowns. "What? Are you serious? Please tell me you're not being serious right now."

"I don't know," you mumble, glancing down and fiddling with your fingers.

Peter places his fingers under your chin and tilts it upwards. "Without you, I'd be... lost. You keep me grounded."

You try to ignore the way your breath hitches in your throat. "You don't have to try to make me feel better."

"I'm not." He leans his forehead against yours, and your heart feels like it's about to explode. "I promise I'm not."

"Peter–"

A knock on your bedroom door makes the two of you spring apart. "y/n?" your roommate calls out. "Would you mind helping me out with something real quick?"

You sigh, and when you look over at Peter, he's scratching at the back of his neck with a shy smile on his face, cheeks covered with a light blush.

"I should–"

"Yeah," he nods. "Yeah."

You bite your lip. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," he waves a hand.

"I'll be right back?" you say, but it comes out more like a question. He seems to pick up on it, and he smiles, nodding.

"I'll still be here."