Peter Parker x Reader

Y/n's afraid of spiders

"Peter please please kill it." You were perched on your chair in your bedroom staring in horror at the huge spider crawling across your floor. Yet, your boyfriend didn't seem to register your desperation because he was clutching his stomach in wild laughter on your bed.

"Peter I'm serious." You whined giving him your puppy dog eyes.

"Y/n," He sat up, wiping joyful tears from his eyes, "that thing is tiny."

"You know I hate insects!" You complained to him, still not finding the situation as hilarious as he seemed to. "Can you just kill it already?!"

"It's actually an arachnid." He replied begrudgingly. "It would also not feel right". 

"And why not?" You asked incredulously, wobbling a bit on your chair as you placed a hand on your hip.

"Because well, I'm Spider-Man, and that's a little spider you know?" It was your turn to laugh now as his eyebrows knit in concern, he was actually worried for the tiny spider's life.

"Well can you at least move it somewhere else?" You said looking for a quick compromise and letting out a small yelp as the spider inched a little towards you.

"Right, right!" He suddenly exclaimed. "I'll be right back." With that, he bounced off the bed and out of the door.

"Peter!" You yelled, "You can't leave me here!" You were still stranded on your desk chair training your focus on the small arachnid as not to lose sight of it. "There, there little spider. You just um-stay there." You told it, not even caring you were having a conversation with it.

"I'm back!" Peter suddenly came running into your room holding a plate and a cup.

"Took you long enough." You huffed blowing a strand of hair out of your eyes. You watched Peter slowly scoop the spider onto the plate, cover it with the cup, and walk over to your window where he let it go outside.

"There," he said, turning back to you, "problem solved." You smiled at him in appreciation and laughed as he picked you up off the chair and spun you around bridal style before setting you down on the floor. "Glad I have such a brave girlfriend," he said teasingly while kissing your forehead.

"Hey." You exclaimed punching him in the chest. He acted wounded, which made you laugh. He was such a dork.

"Pizza?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No way, after that trauma, I'm picking dinner tonight."