Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

What I'd Do For You

Since I've literally got insomnia, I decided why not write about it? If it's garbage, blame it on my tired brain.

You found your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to keep them open. What was the teacher even talking about? You pinched your leg in an attempt to wake up, but the sheer commitment of your brain to shut down prevented it from even opening your eyes. Somehow it was crazy to you that you could cause yourself pain and your brain would still be like, welp, time to sleep.

The reason for your exhaustion was your best friend Peter, who—after informing you of his nightly activities—gave you such anxiety to the point you felt the need to stay up late to make sure he got home safe. What if he got in trouble and needed help? And you were passed out and unable to help? You would feel horrible. So you took the responsibility onto yourself to make sure he got home in one piece before clocking out.

Peter looked over at you, a sympathetic look sent your way as he tapped his pencil on his notebook. He regretted telling you, that much was obvious, but you were glad he did. He needed to be able to rely on someone if he got in trouble. You sent him a thumbs up, your eyes closed so you couldn't even see his reaction. You could almost feel him shaking his head, whether from worry or dismissal you couldn't tell.

The bell rang, the sound shooting your eyes open. Everyone filed out of the classroom as you packed up your stuff, swearing you were seeing double as you dropped everything into your bag. When you looked up, your friend was waiting for you, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched you.

"You don't need to stay up every night," he said, worry practically seeping out of his tone.

"I'm fine," you assured him. Your words would've been much more convincing if you hadn't nearly ate dirt when you tripped on the leg of a chair. He reached out to grab you but you managed to correct your balance, laughing to yourself. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I know you are, but I promise I'll call you if I need help." His words, just like the last time he said them, did nothing to reassure you. With how sleep deprived you were at this point, you knew you wouldn't wake up if he tried to ring you. That just fueled your drive to stay awake even more.

"I'm fine, seriously. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" He wanted to point out that this was clearly past friendship territory, and you were going way out of your way for him, but then he noticed you weren't paying attention to him anymore.

"What?" He followed your line of sight to your boyfriend, talking with some of his friends at his locker. "Oh." He forced back the jealous wave that threatened to roll over him. He wasn't sure what you saw in him, he didn't think the guy was that great (or deserved you). But yet you'd been dating for 6 months so clearly you must've seen something he didn't.

"Yeah," You looked down, trudging to class instead of toward your boyfriend.

"Everything okay?" Peter asked.

"I don't know, I'm probably just asking too much," you mumbled, your thoughts more jumbled due to lack of sleep. You'd read somewhere your filter was less intact when you were tired so that's why late night conversations were so honest. That definitely seemed to be the case as you started spilling what was bothering you. "I just feel like lately he doesn't care about me. You know me, I love showering people with love. He just...doesn't. We started off so strong and now...I don't know. He doesn't really show he loves me anymore. But I've asked him to change so many times now, and he keeps telling me he'll do it...but I guess I've just given up thinking he will. Maybe I'm asking too much from him."

"I'm sorry." He reached out a hand and you took it, squeezing it with a sad smile.

"Thanks Peter." He didn't understand how someone could not absolutely treasure you all of the time. You were sweet, kind, so loving and pretty, and looked out for everyone even when you didn't have to. I mean, you wanted to be there for him even when he wasn't likely to be in danger! "I'm sorry, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. I'm probably just imagining things." He frowned at that, but the two had stepped into class before he could say anything about it. He found himself missing the warmth of your hand as soon as you pulled away and begrudgingly sat down behind you and your boyfriend. The guy barely looked at you, only greeting you and immediately turning to pull his stuff out of his bag.