𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Arachnophobia ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer dlwritings on Tumblr

https://dlwritings.tumblr.com/post/187235336261/arachnophobia-peter-parker

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → spiders

Summary → You hate spiders. You're terrified of them. Naturally, you find it very hard to cope when you find out your boyfriend is Spider-Man.

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"Nope. No. Not gonna do it. Sorry. Nope. Not happ-"

"Relax, relax, you can do it!"

"I can't and I won't!"

Peter groaned and fell back on his bed. You sat criss-cross-applesauce beside him with your arms folded across your chest. You two were both stubborn. Most people had no idea how you two worked as a couple. Usually neither of you wanted to cave when you were in an argument, so it often ended in compromise. If you couldn't get your way, then Peter couldn't get his way. You had to find a happy medium.

For you, there was no happy medium when it came to spiders.

Fuck spiders. That's it. Send tweet.

You weren't afraid of many things, but something about spiders just gave you the heeby jeebies. You couldn't handle them in any way, shape, or form. Spider-Man was your worst nightmare.

So when Peter told you he was Spider-Man, you lost your freaking mind.

He brought it up very casually. You were sitting in his room, cuddling on his bed, watching YouTube videos as any cute couple does. Peter was scrolling through his recommended when a video of Spider-Man popped up. Someone had recorded him stopping a car from crashing into a child who was chasing a ball that had rolled into the street. You hadn't really noticed it until Peter pointed it out.

"Do you like Spider-Man?" He asked.

"Fuck," you said with a shudder. "No. I hate him."

"You hate him?" Peter said with a pout, looking at you. "You don't even know him."

"He identifies himself as half spider half man!" You said, sitting up with a start. "That's my worst nightmare."

"(Y/N)," Peter whined, putting his hands over his face. "You can't hate him."

"And why not?" you said defiantly.

"Because you're my girlfriend and I'm Spider-Man."

"You're what?" You screeched, jumping off the bed. Your foot got caught in the sheets, and you tumbled to the floor.

"Jesus, (Y/N), are you okay?" Peter asked, jumping up and landing beside you.

"No I'm not okay!" You said back, holding your hands up in front of you. "Ew, don't touch me, don't touch me."

"Are you being serious?" Peter laughed. "Babe don't be weird. It's not like I have eight legs."

"Ahh," you shouted, covering your ears with your hands.

"(Y/N), quit it," Peter said, biting back a grin. "Will you just listen to me?" You huffed and folded your arms across your chest. "Yes, I'm Spider-Man," he said. You opened your mouth, but he covered it with his hand so he could continue. "And I got bit by a spider, and that's how I got my powers." Your eyes grew wide, but Peter kept talking anyway. "And I know you hate spiders, but I don't lay eggs, and I don't have eight legs or a million eyeballs. My webs don't come out of me, I make them in labs with equipment and chemicals. I am not part spider. My senses have dialled up, and I'm stronger and faster and stuff like that, but I'm not going to make little spider-humans."