Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Fangirl

You were just the average fangirl, reading fanfics of your favorites fictional/nonfictional characters and you getting together, and occasionally fangirling. You even tried writing your own fanfics, whether that went well or not was debatable. It wasn't a bad life.

Right now you were really into Spider-man, and as such went searching for fanfics. You found a book titled Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots by an author called SquishySnake. It sounded interesting enough you decided after reading the description, and clicked on it.

You read the first few oneshots, smiling, maybe fangirling, and after finishing 4 oneshots, you clicked the button to read the next one. However, the screen was blank, like the oneshot didn't exist and you clicked onto an empty page.

Suddenly the feeling of being sucked into the screen wrapped around you, and you squeezed your eyes shut while internally freaking out. You had no clue what was going on, but you couldn't open your eyes for 10 whole seconds. Feeling like you were free falling, you peeked out of one eye to see yourself a few feet above a sidewalk. When both eyes were open, gravity took effect and you dropped to the ground; you stumbled and tried not to fall over.

Cars passed by on the road, mainly yellow taxis, and the sound of honks in the distance rang throughout the chill night air. The moon was up in the sky but it wasn't as bright as you remembered it, but that was perhaps because of the many lights around you in the city.

Without knowing why, a flood of information went through your mind about yourself. You were in New York City at night, coming home from an evening shift at work. Work went from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. but tonight your boss wanted you to stay late to take over a co-worker's shift. It was around 9 p.m. right now. You were in your later teens and had school the next day, and you knew your parents were going to be disappointed in you for coming home so late. They'd suspect you went to a party without permission from them, but if you explained your boss made you work late they'd understand and let it go.

Your clothes had changed from the comfy clothes you were wearing earlier to a work outfit. You knew you were a waitress at a diner and you could smell the greasy food on your outfit. You remembered bumping into a fellow co-worker and they spilled some food on you. Thankfully it came out but the smell apparently decided to stay.

You were so confused. Why were you suddenly in New York with a backstory that wasn't yours, and why did you know all that you did? Right now your feet were carrying you home, but how did you know where 'home' was? It was just there, up in your brain, without explanation. You still knew all about your real life, but it was put in the back of your mind like it was just a fantasy life you wish you had.

Taking a break from the walk, you leaned against a building. What should you do? Just go with it? Your eyes swept the dark sidewalk you currently resided on. You really didn't have a choice. But if- when you got back to your reality you were gonna have a word with that SquishySnake person.

A cold hand clamped down on your wrist and you were yanked into an alley then shoved into a wall. You stumbled back from the bricks you rammed into and faced the way out of the alley to see it blocked by a couple bodies. It was too dark to see who they were, and as you put a hand to your headーthankfully not feeling bloodーyou searched for another way out of this. You'd never been put in this situation, your reality or this one, and you started to freak out.

"Give us all your money," one of them grunted. You knew you only had a $5 bill on you.

"This is all I have," you held it up. One of them snatched it from you and stepped back into the line they formed.

"I don't believe you."

"I have nothing else," you patted your pockets to show you were telling the truth. Was there something you were supposed to do so they'd leave? Like, tell them you're a cop or something?

"Strip and we'll decide if you're telling the truth," you could see his teeth gleaming in the small amount of moonlight that existed here.

"No." Nope. That was a definite no-no. A knife was at your throat the next second and your breath caught. On second thought... "Ok, ok!" They snickered and got ready for the show. You muttered to yourself under your breath as you slowly undid the knot in the back of your apron to take it off. There had to be something you could do...that's it! How could you forget that?

"HELP!" You screamed as loud as you possibly could. You used your apron as a kind of shield to fend them off long enough to get another scream in to gain attention. The one with the knife tore through the apron and another ripped it from your grasp, leaving you defenseless.

You backed up into a wall, opening your mouth to let out one last cry for help, when a disgusting hand cut off an air from coming out of your mouth or nose. You started thrashing around, the carbon dioxide wanting to come out but not allowed to. Your lungs began burning, the need for fresh air to come in and CO2 to leave becoming stronger. Clawing at the hand only resulted in your arms being pinned to the wall behind you, so you tried kicking but that had a similar effect.

Black was starting to line the edge of your vision when a loud grunt of pain made the hand come away from your mouth and nose. You exhaled and inhaled sharply, feeling life beginning to return to your body. You coughed a couple times and tried to regain your bearings.

A figure slid at your feet, making you jump in surprise, but when you looked closer you recognized them as the guy that had the knife. You stepped past him and searched for your savior, only finding the slumped bodies of the fallen attackers.

"Um, thank you?" You called out. A honk was your only reply, so you sighed and searched the men for your $5.

"You're welcome (Y/N)," someone said. You fell over and looked over to find Spider-man himself standing there. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" A couple things happened at once: you started fangirling, you tried to speak, and a flood of information filled your brain. You already knew he was Peter, so that wasn't new info, but you found out you were dating him.

"I, uh, I'm....fine," you managed to utter. You tried to keep your fangirling internal but how were you able to do that when you were dating the Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-man?!

"Did they take anything from you?" He approached and you stood up.

"Just this," you held up the $5 bill. Gosh dang he was hotter in person. He spotted your damaged apron and picked it up, giving you a look. "I'm sure my boss will understand I was just protecting myself."

"I can go with you when you tell him if you want," he offered, throwing it over your shoulder and pulling you closer.

"I-I don't think you need to." Your eyes couldn't stay in one spot, they kept traveling around his body as you tried to wrap your mind around what was happening. Who cares if this wasn't your reality? You wouldn't mind staying here! "Hey, can I, um, kiss you?" You asked shyly. Though you knew you probably could, it still felt weird. It was like you suddenly got someone else's life, and though you were allowed to do whatever they did, it was still new to you.

"You don't have to ask," Peter laughed. With your heart beating fast, you reached up to pull his mask up to expose his mouth. He watched as your eyes were instantly drawn to his lips, and he smiled, making a smile appear on your face without your knowledge.

He leaned down and you met him half-way. You nearly started squealing but held it back, instead focusing on not fainting. Your crush/technically boyfriend was kissing you. This was so much better than any fanfic you'd ever read, hands down.

When he pulled away you nearly fell over. Your legs felt like jell-o and your brain was mush. He noticed your condition and picked you up.

"My kisses don't usually leave you this ready to fall over," he commented.

"I'm still surprised you wanted to date me."

"Because you're beautiful, and smart, and hard-working, and friendly, and perfect," he brushed his nose against yours.

"Nobody's perfect."

"Nobody else is perfect," he corrected you. Your face was red as you shook your head. He leaned in so his lips were an inch from your own. "Just accept the compliment."

"Fine." You placed a kiss on his lips and smiled brightly. He shifted you into one hand so he could pull his mask back down before leaping into the active New York night.

"Let's get you home."