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tired - peter parker

  ship - TASM!peter parker x female reader

  you could tell something was wrong with peter, he just wont tell you what. when you find out hes spiderman, it all makes sense.

warnings: swearing, angsty but fluff at the end. its kind of long, way longer than i expected lol.

  being spiderman mixed with highschool student, peter never really had any time to rest. he would spend his days cramming in schoolwork and studying and his nights swinging around the city, fighting crime. if he was lucky, he got maybe an hour long nap in between.
he could tell a few people were getting worried about him, especially his girlfriend, [Y/N]. she could tell that the bags under his eyes became more noticeable than usual, she could tell how overwhelmed he was getting with everything, she could tell how he was acting different.
while they were sitting in the cafeteria, sharing whatever food aunt may had provided peter with, she decided to bring it up. "hey, you okay?" he zipped his bag back up after you guys were done and stood up, trying to mask the fact that he was swaying.
he nodded quickly, "yeah, im fine." you could tell he wasnt. something was definitely off.

  later that night, you had texted peter and asked if he wanted to come over and study, to which he said aunt may had something special planned for the two of them, and that he wouldnt be able to make it. when you asked what he gave a very brief description of watching a movie and having dinner together.
  after a few hours of studying useless numbers and angles that you would most likely never need again, it was dark and you could smell the spaghetti being cooked by your mother and father downstairs. your sister was out doing whatever the hell she did in her free time and your brother was screaming at whichever game he'd chosen out of the thousand he owned.
there was still no call or text from peter, usually he would text you the minute he got home, maybe even share a phone call for a while. but none of that happened today. you were getting worried.
you picked up your phone and dialed mays number, if something was up with peter she surely knew about it, she would know if he was home or wherever the fuck he was. it rang a few times before she picked up the phone.
"[Y/N]?" her voice rang through the speaker.
"yeah, hi may. uh, i just wanted to know if you know if peters okay?" you asked her.
"peter? he told me he was at your house? is everything okay?" shit, you didnt mean to bust him like this. he should have warned you about it.
"oh um, yeah, he's here. he just seems tired, its okay ill get him to have a nap," you laughed nervously, trying to make up an excuse so you didnt rat peter out.
"oh, okay. well call me if you need anything," mays confused voice answered.
"yep, okay, bye may!" you hung up the phone hurriedly, and then immediately calling peter.
he let it ring out, it went to voicemail.
"hey its peter, i cant talk right now but leave a message and ill get back to you soon." fuck.
  "hey peter. can i get a warning next time you wanna sneak out and need me to cover," you laughed half heartedly into the phone. "and um, whats up with you? whyd you lie about being with may? im worried about you. call me, i love you." you hesitated to put down the phone but eventually put it in the pocket of your pyjama pants.
  "[Y/N], dinner!" you heard called from downstairs.

  it was now around 3 in the morning, you were just cleaning up your school stuff after brushing your teeth and removing your makeup, peter still heavy on your mind. you cant seem to think of anything but that. youve called him again since then, about three times. two of them went straight to voicemail. you climbed into the comfortable covers of your bed, preparing for a restless nightsleep. all of a sudden you hear a thump on the outside of your fire escape. you turn around, startled to see that peters standing there in full spiderman attire, only the mask off so you could see his beat up face.
  you raced towards the window, prying it open. "what the hell, peter," you couldnt think of anything else to say other than that. your boyfriend, who you havent had a proper conversation with in weeks, lied about where he was going, showed up as spiderman, and now you have to clean up the bruises and cuts that littered his body. he stumbled inside, barely able to walk anymore with a pretty bad limp on his right leg. peter giggled, although you couldnt seem to find the humor in this situation. "what the hell is going on?"  you repeated, almost angry.
  "[Y/N], im fine i sw-"
  "no youre not fucking fine, youve been weird for the past two weeks, you lied to me about where you went, you show up randomly as spiderman and youre all beat up. that doesnt seem fine," you rummage through your bathroom cabinet that's connected to your bedroom while whisper yelling at him. you pulled out the first aid kit which would come in handy if your boyfriend would spend all night and half the day fighting crime. you grabbed his hand and guided him to your bed so he could sit down.
  you cleaned his wounds carefully, apolgizing whenever he would let a little 'ow,' slip past his lips. when he was all bandaged up, you layed down with him, his head on your chest and your legs intertwined down below. you were supporting his weight, which didnt seem that heavy at the moment.
  "you okay?" you asked him silently, kissing his hair.
  "yeah, just tired," he replied sleepily.
  "i bet, mr. spiderman," you and him both giggled at the comment. "get some sleep, my love. i love you, have a good sleep."
  "goodnight, i love you more."

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