Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(Tom) Nobody Will Want To Read It

You sat with your laptop on your lap on a comfy chair in your lounge room, your boyfriend splayed over the couch beside you. You had a ballcap on your head, the brim sideways as you stared intently at the screen. You'd been writing for the past hour for a oneshots book you had, but you just ran out of ideas.

"Any ideas?" You mumbled, not looking away from the bright screen. Tom heard you and sat up.

"Who are we writing about?" He turned onto his side and held his head up with his hand. He knew of your fanfiction writing, and helped you on occasion.

"Peter Parker," you glanced at him, seeing him smile.

"Should it be sad or cheesy?"

"Either."

"Well I don't want to make your readers cry..."

"It's all part of being a fangirl," you waved a hand. It wasn't uncommon for fangirls to cry over a good fanfic writer's words, but it still hurt when there were sad moments in stories.

"But cheesy can make you cringe to write," he snickered.

"That's true, but if it makes them smile than it's worth it," you smiled up at the ceiling. That's really what your job was, to write good works and make people happy.

"Then how about something in between?" Tom put his hands together and placed them under his nose, staring ahead dramatically.

"Could you just give me an idea already?" You sighed loudly, but when he didn't say anything for 10 seconds, you got up and set your laptop aside. You needed to stretch and get something to eat, as you felt your stomach grumble lowly not too long ago. Searching through the fridge in the next room, you waited for an answer from Tom, but you didn't get one. Snatching a bag of cherries off a shelf, you poured some into a bowl, smiling when the sight of the red fruit reminded you of yesterday's happenings.

You had been in a similar situation, needing ideas for your oneshot book, and had acquired help from your sister and your female cousin. You told them you were looking for ideas for Spider-man/Peter Parker and they had come up with many ideas that made you laugh, though you'd never use them. All of them had to do with poop, but then again they were young and immature so you didn't expect much else.

The conversation had led to other subjects, and at one point while your cousin was eating a cherry, she laughed and it fell out of her mouth, creating a line down her chin. The partially eaten cherry landed where your leg had once been, but you thankfully moved it before it could touch the disgusting cherry. You and your sister laughed at her, which caused some saliva to dribble down her chin and gross everyone out but her.

You shook your head at the memory before popping a cherry in your mouthーafter pulling the stem off first of course. You snagged a paper towel to put the stems and pits on before heading back to the empty lounge room. A few seconds after your gaze swept the room, you frowned. Where'd Tom go?

"You still haven't given me an idea!" You called, hoping to get a response to answer the questions in your mindーwhere is he and is he ever going to give you a oneshot idea. Arms wrapped around your waist and warm breath hit your ear.

"I know," Tom whispered, making you shiver involuntarily.

"So?" You leaned your head back on his shoulder and he rocked you both back and forth slowly.

"What about this discussion?" He mused aloud.

"It's not that interesting," you scoffed. "Nobody will want to read it."

"Who knows?" He shrugged, smiling innocently. "Maybe they're reading what I'm saying right now." You froze.

"That's creepy on a couple different levels." He chuckled. "But honestly, a legit idea?"

"I don't have one, sorry (Y/N)," he buried his face in your neck and you rolled your eyes. Looks like you're alone on this one.

"Thanks for the help," you pulled away from him and started towards your chair. "Now I'm going to get writing." As soon as you sat down, you pulled the end table beside the chair closer so you could set the paper towel and bowl of cherries beside it, spitting out the pit in your mouth when you put down the paper towel. But as you sat and stared at your blank white screen, you thought back to Tom's idea. Maybe you should give it a try.