SPIDERVERSE DRABBLES | (N)SFW

SPIDERNOIRxREADER (FLUFF): "It was you the whole time."

"I don't know, ___. I just don't think I have it in me anymore," Peter was rather exasperated at the overgrowing thought of being lonely. It was evident in the way he paced the room and plopped on the couch next to you. He had just come back from an embarrassing date that evening, and it was really wearing him down.

"Awe Peter... I'm really sorry about tonight," you gently placed your hand on his shoulder and spoke to him softly, which he always appreciated, "There are billions of people out there, you're bound to find someone. It's only a matter of time," your hand caressed his arm as he let out a deep sigh and dropped his shoulders. It hurt you to see him so down, and though you took comfort in the fact that he came to you to open up, it still weighed your heart down.

"Guess you're right, doll," his hand fidgeted as he sat there for a moment, focusing on the table before him. His glass of egg creams had gone untouched - he wasn't in the mood for a treat. Of course, you understood. It only worried you in that it was highly unusual for something to upset him so greatly. You placed your hand on his in an effort to show him some warmth, and he held it as he looked to you. You were flushed at the unintended intensity of his stare, but you couldn't look away.

"I-uh...I'd normally suggest we get your mind off things but," you looked around as you tried to calmly talk with him, "It's important that you open up about this- I mean, since it's bugging you more than usually."

Peter understood your testament, but he couldn't help but realize how much you genuinely cared about him. He was hot in the face as well, though he was better at hiding it, but, he really adored seeing you so flustered. The fuss you made over him was always so charming and sweet in his eyes; it gave him reassurance and a sort of confidence, "Ya'know...it's nice to know someone as sweet as you really cares, ___."

You were beginning to blush. All the consoling between you two, the nicknames, and even the hand-holding didn't compare to this. They way Peter was looking at you while clutching your hand and softly complimenting just...felt different; but you really liked it, and you cherished him, "Oh Peter," you reached out to hug him tightly; he hugged back, but a little tighter, and you knew he really was going through a tough time. He separated from you with so much on his mind still.

"I...I'm sorry to come to you with all this, but I've been overthinking again..." his voice trailed off as he stared ahead again; he didn't feel he could face you.

"Peter, hon... it's okay. You don't need to apologize, your feelings are valid. And, you might not think people like you, but they do," Peter turned his head to look at you as you feverishly scrambled to find the right words; he zoned out at the realization of how kind and comforting you always were - especially in that moment. His daydreaming was kindly interrupted, "...I-I would know because, well...I...like you."

Your heart was racing as both your eyes widened at your confession. It was quiet for what felt like an eternity, and your cheeks were flushed. As daring as it was to confess, the moment felt promising, and you didn't regret it at all.

His stare softened as his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips, and the world around you two started to disappear. You knew at that very moment that he longed for you the same way you had longed for him; it made your heart flutter. His hand raised to cup your cheek as he shifted his body to face you better; and finally, his lips met yours.

There was so much feeling in the way he kissed you despite how gentle he was. It was sweet, but it was full of hurt and yearning. All Peter needed was someone who genuinely cared, and you right under his nose the entire time. He separated from you, stopping himself from getting carried away, and the two of you smiled widely as you giggled. There was so much you wanted to say to each other, and yet, you couldn't bring yourselves to do it. After an exchange of endearing smiles, Peter broke the silence.

"I...I can't believe it. It was you the whole time, dollface. I...kinda feel like a fool," he chuckled out of nervousness.

"Awe, Peter..." you murmured as your thumb caressed his cheek. He leaned his head in your hand a little, taking in the wonderful feeling, "You're no fool, silly," you couldn't stop looking into each others' eyes. He was infatuated with your gentleness and patience. And his happiness always brought joy to your heart. It was rare for him to feel affection, and you were aware of that more than anyone else. You took comfort in the fact that you were the reason he would be okay, and he took comfort in your overall presence.